They Hate Change - stunt (when I see u) Lyrics

(Vonne)

Must I, murk these boys for the one time?

Mouth full of gold like I'm Just-Ice

Niggas said "F*ck Change"? Should've said "F*ck Life"

Take you off this earth for nothing it's still f*ck the other side

Turn your name into dirt with one rhyme, two mics, check it 3 times

It sound nice, now where was I?

Buffalo Stance be how we stand, probably look unkind

Mentally been many places, but I'm from the Sunshine

Now what's ya life like? You on them 4's Huh?

You got your deal you finna go and treat ya nose huh?

She f*cked another nigga you can't let her go huh?

You ain't gon let no nigga play you bout your dough huh?

Stop Playing



(André)

Who ever said they the best, shit, they ain't heard of we

Nah we off of that

Done toured the whole world lady

We ain't ya Average toe tappers, my sole A-1

Had the industry buzzing, since Day Ones

Thats on the low though, but you would never know though

The funds coming from tour runs, and the Venmo

My tape popping, you Depop-ing, what that mean though?

My fees low, 50/50 gimme those

We just did a show with Courtney B. and the homie Lucy Dacus

We ain't leaving home until the fees is doubled and the flights is covered

F*ck the standard, tell me what you getting?

Tell me how you living?

Still getting jerked, for what it's worth

The Labels made it worse


(Vonne)


I done ran through Glouce, Gucci's and a Barbour coat

First name basis out in Drake's on the Savile Row

Menzies on my Face, cold, acetate Italian made

Remind me what was your name? I'm finna get ghost

That golf spin corners like I'm really on the autobahn

Freespeed, tires smoking like some f*cking gauloises

You niggas is jokes, my strap stowed in the armoire

I, call it my rainy day in case these niggas wanna play

We really don't believe you, you need more people

Gold on my teeth I'ma stunt when I see you

Stunt when I want to, stunt when I need to

Pulled a ill fade now I stunt...


I might put some diamonds on my wr-wrist

South London bunnies always jumping for my hit list

Freeze, you a misfit, breeze in a instant

Cause I don't need no rep talking bout Vonne be on they pimp shit

Please, got a main bitch at home, she rock Margiela Cologne

I rock Chanel Number 5, you smell it in all my clothes

This that Gulf Coast Soul, Post-Punk Crunk Music

Boy Better Know, like my name Frisco

Woah

Ain't no other way to play the game the way I play

I sell it to you straight before I ever tell a fake

Walk in the room Screwface make 'em faint

Ain't hard to tell that my name hold weight, that's Change


(Hook)

Golden Flow ya hoes'll know, yeah

Bass Penny Loafers, Teeth Rose-y Gold

I once knew some niggas down the curb with smoke

Couldn't hear you over the crowd at the London show

Playing Niggas in Paris in Paris

Béarnaise on all my steaks, we running through TSA, we making runaway plays

You tried the crepes? They're f*cking great, thanks