Poetic Justice

[Intro]
Go, go
(Vinny, my name's Vinny)
(Vinny?)
(Vinny Bag O' Donuts, how are you?)
Mhm-m-m
Go, go, go, go
CCK, backseat boys
Fuck it, it's a green light, Go

[Verse 1: LilBuckss & Saany Goon]
I ain't gon' lie, when I came home, I ran thru fifty, blew that shit
Every nigga that dissed the guys died, you already knew that shit
Bitch bad, she want Celine, fuck McQueen, we don't do that shit
I don't smoke sh- that nigga plaque, that's why I threw that shit
Stolen SRT, I pull them killers inside that Trackhawk
They can't identify the killer, he had his mask on
That nigga John Wick with that stick, yeah, he in rare form
We ain't provide the slide, we just find beats that he can rap on
Nigga fuck justice, I want bodies for my dead friends
Long live the guys, and free the guys, we gon' forever bend
You ain't gotta slide, or you provide, fuck you send a hit?
You can find that drop, or find that thot, that's really with that shit
This shit crazy how it is, it's crazy how we live
I lost some homies to this shit, but asked them what we did
Steppin' on shit, swing the Glock, clappin' heads and shit
The guys hate when I be out West, creatin' strands and shit
My bitch, she caught me actin' like she said I take her on a trip
Thousand dollar Mike Amiri jeans, that's the matchin' kicks
Every time I thought 'bout goin' broke, I went and hit a lick
Bullets go thru hands, he put 'em up, hit 'em in his shit (It's the boul, go)

[Verse 2: Saany Goon]
I'm the only reason that the bench get to talk like this
He got hit so many times, that's why he walk like this
The button caught 'em while he walkin', he fell on his shit
My homie drillin' in Designer, he couldn't change his fit
And they keep askin', "What them knots stuff inside the Lou?"
The same day my brother died, I dropped thirty-two
Nigga, when I see you, you know what I'ma do?
The button horny, wanna fuck, I told it, "Grab the shoe"
And how you talkin' down on me, you can't tie my shoe
I let my oldhead run point, that nigga Uncle Drew
I let my oldhead run point, that nigga- go
That nigga- go, go, go, go
And I'm still screamin' free Buckets and Tee out that can
I started bangin' on they block, this nigga left his man
And you ain't never break a bone, use ya other hand
I did some sins out in these streets, and you won't understand
And Loko left me by myself, that wasn't in the plan
That nigga started actin' flashy, and that's what got 'em dead
We got his Ummi makin' tees, we put 'em on a brand
That nigga told everything, they put 'em on a stand

[Outro: Saany Goon]
Go, go, go, go
It's the Boul Wit Da Glasses (Go, go)