vdy
• Written by KRT
KRT's Notes
vdy
yeah
v day
so you know I had to come wid' it
yeah
game time
got the same type
same typa money
don't even play with the nigga
uh
hollup, vdy
look, 0:25
roses, red. violets, blue.
every shot like cupid cuz my aim stay true, yeah
love letters in ink but the script ain't sweet
carve opponents in stone when I walk on a beat, uh
shorty want diamonds, but I gave her a gem, uh
real talk only, no fake love trends
heart on my sleeve? nah, tucked in my vest
love get you killed if you move like the rest
yeah, and I could change everything
still don't got time for much of anything
everybody wanna talk about what they gonna do
but still won't get her a wedding ring?
got em hooked to the vision, just like they fishin', bet
love cost too much, I ain't payin' that tax, invest in the bag, make em drown in the racks
make em drown in the facts, baptized on love's eve, but I don't drown, I repent
love is war, I move like a vet, she left my heart in the trenches but I don't got no regrets
fuck a call, fuck a text, bitch call me tyler, I create boundaries, don't wanna see you again
gave her my all, but she ain't want that, got a lock on my heart now, ain't no keys to my chest
now my opinion on women done went to the left, fuck a hoe, just give me the check
fuck what a bitch think, I'll say it again, cuz love done took me around for a twist
and if another hoe try to play me like a drum, then good, cuz I got a round for the bitch
ridin' round town with the stick, cuz my own family tree ain't started shit yet
and I truly can't trust anyone with my tools of the trade, cuz every time I tried to barter, I bled
I don't understand, but I still keep the memories in my head, in my soul
every day I wake up, to remind myself that I was flushed down the commode
well now I'm in that mode, and I gave her diamonds, outta trust
but she can keep that shit, cuz them diamonds is fake without love
(uh huh) she know what she did to me
the friends that knew you since day one can be your greatest enemies
but I take the blame, cuz I rushed the stage when I found out she was into me
but now I found the way, and I found a way, and now no glove is fittin' me
pourin' up OJ, and watchin' the simpsons, fuck that girl, I'm just chillin, B
been chasin' the bag so long I had to get a shopping cart
been tryna be good for so long, but after every heartbreak, I just be tempted to do wrong
but now I gotta get the move on, separate from hate, so I can be nuanced
but now I'ma be my true form, yeah
had to cut the ties, cut the laces off, now I'm laced up like I'm off adderall
fuck a tie, cuz when I clip on the drum mag, shit spray em down like a waterfall
they could talk all this shit about me, but to be honest I don't really care at all
give a fuck about you nigga ya wish, I'll turn ya career into dust, I let it air and fall
ashes settle, I let it burn your flesh like a wick, death wish, no prayer call
clip on the drum, let it ring like a bell, watch the opposition try to escape in fear and crawl
steppin' on beats like I'm marchin' in boots, every verse like a soldier’s call
pen game sharp like a razor blade, cut too deep, ain't no stitchin' y’all
I don’t do peace, I just move in silence, but the shots speak when the problem stall
and I ain't gotta flex, but the weight on my name got me feelin' like I'm benchin' y’all
at the top where I envision myself, and it's too far down to even envision ya'll
you know I do this shit, I do this shit, so if you want beef, then it's cool like a pigeon's call
2:35
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KRT
Member since August 26 2024