Vlad TV
Vlad TV

2 Chainz ft. Stove God Cooks, Symba, Major Myjah - Vlad TV Lyrics

Ever wondered what happens when street smarts collide with a camera lens? This track is a cautionary tale about the perils of oversharing in the digital age. The artists recount tales of hustling, cooking up product, and the harsh reality that "dope ain't… Read more

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Vlad TV Lyrics

I watched a nigga go on VLAD TV, he told on himself (shh)
Bought bricks, bought pounds
And we learned that dope ain't gon' sell itself
(Whoa, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, oh, yeah)
That the dope ain't gon' sell itself
Got a key, got a P, better believe it (wow)
Dope ain't gon' sell itself
Coming from the block we from, nigga
Dope ain't gon' sell itself

Dirty kitchens, 36's, woo, residue on dishes, loaded rent on missions
Hyundai Genesis with the door panel stuff, we back to business
Even took the dashboard off to hit some chickens
Two up on both sides like I was Richard Nixon, bitch, I'm different
If they ask you 'bout me, tell' 'em that's just stove talk, I'm realistic (big cap)
shit, you think he really got enough money to lay on? (No)
Rolls Royce séance, woke up in the ghost all from the store run
Bobby Flay on niggas (we Bobby Flay on niggas)
I might auction off the scale I use to put the yay' on (woo)
They wanna dim my light but that shit stay on, tell that nigga play on
Tell my young boy, hop out turn that AK-K-K-K on
(brrt, bap, bap, bap)
Feel like you got hit by Julius Caesar
they like, "God, you on your way on? I'm like, "On my way"
You ever had so many you can't weigh 'em?
Don't even say none

I watched a nigga go on VLAD TV, he told on himself (shh)
Bought bricks, bought pounds
and we learned that dope ain't gon' sell itself
Coming from the block we from, nigga
dope ain't gon' sell itself
(Whoa, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, oh, yeah)

I watched my cuz drop out of USF to be like BMF
Set up a kitchen set in Grandma basement and started whippin' wet
Granny askin', "What's that smell?" It's soap, I been on CBS
Dog food, Granny, I got my pedigree from DMX
Rough ridin', tellin' lies, they fiendin' for a kiss of death
A brick ain't gon' grow legs and arms and learn how to sell itself
A pack ain't gon' go book a flight and learn how to mail itself
So what the fuck you niggas gon' do to get this shit off the shelf?
Yeah, when you get a pack, break 'em in zones
Sixteen in each one, if you sell eight for five, that's eight above
If weed don't work, it's always blow, Percs and Xans if they don't smoke
Heroin broke down to O's, the code word is HBO
Niggas watch some Power move a little powder and think they Ghost, nigga

I watched a nigga go on VLAD TV, he told on himself (shh)
Bought bricks, bought pounds
and we learned that dope ain't gon' sell itself (okay I'ma pop my shit)
Coming from the block we from, nigga (poppin')
dope ain't gon' sell itself
(Whoa, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, oh, yeah) Tony

Here a pot, there a pot, everywhere a pot, pot
Arm and Hammer, no knock warren then a mug shot
I'ma get out the next morning, bond put up
Coke, yeah, I used to move that bitch like Luda (move)
uh, yeah, the Js take a hit Zab Judah
Spin the Pro Tools, left residue on the computer
I 'member whippin' in the microwave was futuristic (it was)
Store runs for the rubber bands, I truly miss it (true)
Yeah, the fiends were my only fans (uh)
My stash spot was a all purple Crown Royal bag (talk to 'em)
The .44 bulldog Georgetown Hoya fan (boom)
The Draco'll sign a nigga like an autograph
I stash trees by my balls like ornaments
Let 'em know I'm 'bout to win this motherfuckin' tournament
They givin' away a gold fork for the winner
Gold money machine, Beamer and a blender (a blender?)
I was standing on the block playing center

I watched a nigga go on VLAD TV, he told on himself (shh)
Bought bricks, bought pounds (yeah)
and we learned that dope ain't gon' sell itself
(Whoa, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, oh, yeah)
yeah, dope ain't gon' sell itself
Got a key, got a P, better believe it
Dope ain't gon' sell itself
Coming from the block we from, nigga
Dope ain't gon' sell itself
(Whoa, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, oh, yeah)

Writer(s): Tauheed Epps, Aaron Cooks, Demario Raynel Driver, Major Myjah
Copyright(s): Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind

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What is the Meaning of Vlad TV?

Ever wondered what happens when street smarts collide with a camera lens? This track is a cautionary tale about the perils of oversharing in the digital age. The artists recount tales of hustling, cooking up product, and the harsh reality that "dope ain't gon' sell itself." They take jabs at those who incriminate themselves on platforms like VLAD TV, stressing that real hustlers know better than to broadcast their business. It's a gritty reminder: keep your grind low-key or risk turning your life into an episode of Crime TV. #StreetWisdom #HustleHard #DigitalAgeDangers

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