Vette Motors Lyrics by NBA YoungBoy is latest English song with music also given by Beezo, OG Parker & jetsonmade. Vette Motors song lyrics are written by Beezo, OG Parker, jetsonmade & NBA YoungBoy use one of the best essay writing services and he is happy
Vette Motors Song Detail
| Song Name: | Vette Motors |
| Singer: | NBA YoungBoy |
| Composer: | Beezo, OG Parker, jetsonmade |
| Lyrics by: | Beezo, OG Parker, jetsonmade, NBA YoungBoy |
Vette Motors Lyrics
Hit that lighter for me
Let me roll this stick
Beezo need cash only, ya dig?
Og parker!
Oh! Lord, jetsonmade another one
Uhh! Hm, let’s do it, huh!
B!Tch, I’m toxic, kick in your sh!T
You better watch it, woah! Woah!
Just unzipped my pants
Cash stuffed down all in my pockets (pockets)
Put her in hermès
Now I got all these n!Ggas jogging
My weight up, and now I got the power
Tell the main slime, “Go and spray on cowards”
Your ho in this b!Tch, it’s a money shower
Stare too hard, won’t be my maid
Dripping sauce won’t get me brain
Park that maybach, pick cocaine
Fu*k going on, I’ma do sum’, grr, grr
Cutlass, ‘vette motors inside my head, yeah!
Percs inside my head
“Lеt’s get this understood” I said (I said)
I be with thе masked men
And they all unheard of (unheard of)
187, just spin me a seven and christian v stepping
They know it’s a murder, this fit is unheard of
Bad like her friend, huh!
I see why that’s her twin (her twin)
Four h0es at the jury
And I got them in rotation (got them)
Once they leave, look like they soul taken
I got them, like, “Oh! Baby” (oh! Baby)
Chopper for chopper go dollar for dollar
I’m taking the problems away from my mama
I turned up my sister, show love to my brother
I be light late here on my stylist (hold on)
Haircut fresh by stylist (hold on)
New coupe, ain’t no mileage (huh?)
B!Tch, I’m toxic, kicking your sh!T
You better watch it
Crush out, turn up about that b!Tch
The rocket toted
It better not get shown once (oh! Better not)
Fill up a clip, I go fill up a safe
Buh, buh, buh, buh
Fill up a clip, I go fill up a safe
Buh, buh, buh, buh
Cross his chest, I spray that drac’
Uhh! Uhh! Uhh! Uhh! P!Ss on some with diamond chains
New machine (skrrt)
Turn it up, n!Gga, yeah!
Fu*king with mathematics
Twenty million on thirty
Not far from cali’ (not far from cali’)
Put her in prada, I’m up in baton (let’s do it)
Tote gun smoke, no static, uhh! (brrt)
Fu*k up the mattress, then fill up another one
Fu*k on her, that patek, then got her another one
Kick my sh!T, I’m in this b!Tch
We’re lit by three (lit by, lit by)
Whip that maybach in the street, cash out on three
Let’s go’ your hypnotizing yo’ ho
We be turning her out
Do that dude sh—? I ain’t running my mouth
Which one you working? I’m clocking it out
Starting the rolls from the side of the house
Cutlass, ‘vette motors inside my head, yeah!
Percs inside my head (yeah!)
“Let’s get this understood” I said (I said)
I be with the masked men
And they all unheard of (unheard of)
187, just spin me a seven and christian v stepping
They know it’s a murder, this fit is unheard of
She in with shottas
We pouring up lines from out of the bottle
From out of the bottle
My bae in amiri, just step, bae
I’m stepping, I locked in my stylist
I’m paid (I’m paid)
Treat my b!Tch like all-new whips
Just upgrade models (upgrade models)
My b!Tch walk around with one milli’
I say, “Hell yeah!” (b!Tch, yeah!)
Fill up a clip, I go fill up a safe
Fil’ up, buh, buh, buh
Fill up a clip, I go fill up a safe
Brr, bop, bop, buh
Cross his chest, I spray that drac’
Uhh! Uhh! Uhh! Uhh!
P!Ss on some with diamond chains
My weight up, and now I got the power
Tell the main slime, “Go and spray on cowards”
Your ho in this b!Tch, it’s a money shower
Stare too hard, won’t be my maid
Dripping sauce won’t get me brain
Park that maybach, pick cocaine
Fu*k going on, I’ma do sum’, grr, grr