Will Ryte - Vendetta Lyrics

If we gunna ball
All my homies we moving together
Bro got 2 said that's light like a feather
Do me wrong that's another vendetta
Call my phone I won't answer
I don't even wanna text ya
I need my bitch in a Tesla
No face bandana
All black like the panther
I been hiding from the cameras
And you know I'm in the bando
Play with keys no piano
Call me Tony Montana
Sac on me like Santa
Imma go ghost in a Phantom
Imma pour 2 in my Fanta
I turn a one into two like some magic
I cut her off cause that bitch problematic
I gotta stack it I'm a money addict
You in the way then this shit could tragic
Ballin like Dallas
Ballin like Mavericks
I got a bad bitch
Up in a palace
Shawty a savage
Shooting march madness
I got the pack doing backflips
Leaning I'm loosing my balance
Wake up and go check my balance
All this drip like I'm drowning
I don't slip when I count it
Pass these racks to my accountant
I might throw a couple thousand
Fake friends yeah they crowding
Fake love can't allow it
Fake love baby I can see through it
Watching my moves tryna see how I do it
All of my homies they move as a unit
I might play dumb but I really ain't stupid
I'm at the top and no you ain't included
I get the pack and you know that I move it
I beat the case yeah they just couldn't prove it
50 bands off music
If we gunna ball
All my homies we moving together
Bro got 2 said thats light like a feather
Do me wrong thats another vendetta
Call my phone I won't answer
I don't even wanna text ya
I need my bitch in a Tesla
No face bandana
All black like the panther
I been hiding from the cameras
And you know I'm in the bando
Play with keys no piano
Call me Tony Montana
Sac on me like Santa
Imma go ghost in a Phantom
Imma pour 2 in my Fanta

If we gunna ball
All my homies we moving together
Bro got 2 said that's light like a feather
Do me wrong that's another vendetta
Call my phone I won't answer
I don't even wanna text ya
I need my bitch in a Tesla
No face bandana
All black like the panther
I been hiding from the cameras
And you know I'm in the bando
Play with keys no piano
Call me Tony Montana
Sac on me like Santa
Imma go ghost in a Phantom
Imma pour 2 in my Fanta
I turn a one into two like some magic
I cut her off cause that bitch problematic
I gotta stack it I'm a money addict
You in the way then this shit could tragic
Ballin like Dallas
Ballin like Mavericks
I got a bad bitch
Up in a palace
Shawty a savage
Shooting march madness
I got the pack doing backflips
Leaning I'm loosing my balance
Wake up and go check my balance
All this drip like I'm drowning
I don't slip when I count it
Pass these racks to my accountant
I might throw a couple thousand
Fake friends yeah they crowding
Fake love can't allow it
Fake love baby I can see through it
Watching my moves tryna see how I do it
All of my homies they move as a unit
I might play dumb but I really ain't stupid
I'm at the top and no you ain't included
I get the pack and you know that I move it
I beat the case yeah they just couldn't prove it
50 bands off music
If we gunna ball
All my homies we moving together
Bro got 2 said thats light like a feather
Do me wrong thats another vendetta
Call my phone I won't answer
I don't even wanna text ya
I need my bitch in a Tesla
No face bandana
All black like the panther
I been hiding from the cameras
And you know I'm in the bando
Play with keys no piano
Call me Tony Montana
Sac on me like Santa
Imma go ghost in a Phantom
Imma pour 2 in my Fanta