Vagabond Lyrics – South Strip
Singer: South Strip
Title: Vagabond
Ayy, freeze [Uh-uh
p#ss#, put your hands up
Please, I need money in the bag, run my bands, I need cheese
I can’t swerve a dollar for a scholar or a skeez
You ain’t pickin’ up my pockets, you know these a hunnid deep
It feel like, it’s a mayday when that chopper rip
c#ck my AK ’cause you create a scene in my rocket
b#tch, I’m off an oxy ‘script, they say, “Them Strip boys pop a lot of shit”
I’m poppin’ off some sick sh#t, b#tch, your bird coupe for a flock in it
Freeze
Get dropped off, p#ss#, put your hands up
They know who the boss is, that’s Shwinny, Tony Danza
That boy a sheisty n#gg#, make your grammy give them grams up
It’s plenty in the semi, you gon’ shimmy if you stand up
Stone-cold vagabond, tag along, road to riches
I’ve been feelin’ like a God, I will always carry on
Whole fam gettin’ bread, turned into aristocrats
Too much liquor in my liver, any n#gg# get smacked
Any energy reciprocated, turn you to a pack
All my dogs sh#t out the pound, we went through hell and made it back
Situation’s dire to a p#ss#, catch a heart attack
I remember me and Shwinny strapped inside a Pontiac
As-salamu alaykum, meet your maker, what’s up?
I pop up on you like a genie in a bottle
These n#gg#s cannot hold me back while I be runnin’ ’em up
Same ones that try to kill us make us follow the law
[Strip
Feel like Jackie Chan, I kicked the b#tch inside his face
Number two, on point like pencil, get that boy erased
I don’t wan’ talk to her, I told that b#tch, “Just give me face”
Make sure that pistol tucked, ’cause lately, I been losin’ faith
This beat sound so sinister
But the beat finna play, I deliver it
Get a n#gg# kidnapped off the Ritalin
No face, no case, no evidence
Make a b#tch sit down like
Put it on my dick, make her levitate, levitate, uh
Stones on my chest like a veteran
I got the, I might need a Letterman, ayy
She wanna get wicked with the gang
She wanna get some money for some things
Whole time, she an opp thot, though
I don’t got a gun, spin the opps’ block, bro
Ayy, freeze [Uh-uh
p#ss#, put your hands up
Please, I need money in the bag, run my bands, I need cheese
I can’t swerve a dollar for a scholar or a skeez
You ain’t pickin’ up my pockets, you know these a hunnid deep
p#ss#, put your hands up
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