Van Nuys Aviation Lyrics by Tee Grizzley
(Pipe that *** up, TnT)
Okay
Uh, okay
Uh, okay (FOREVEROLLING)
‘Member when I needed niggas, they wouldn’t answer (They wouldn’t answer)
Now they wanna take a picture, want me to tag ’em (Want me to tag ’em)
***, it’s foreigns on the air strip when I be landin’ (When I be landin’)
Shittin’ on ’em, know it cut deep, they need a bandage (They need a bandage)
Why they makin’ it a bad thing to be on fan ***? (To be on fan ***)
They rather see you be hated than be given credit (They hate to see it)
I gave HD a extra ten just to edit (I need it)
Wife and kids comfortable, I’m on some grown man *** (I’m on some grown man ***)
Can’t be giving out my number, they gon’ ***’ spam it (They gon’ spam it)
Bronem got me out in Dallas, looking for a mansion (For a mansion)
Need a bang for my buck, it’s California taxes (It’s taxes)
Look at where I landed, you would think I planned it (You would think I planned this ***, hol’ on)
Hold up, ***, money flowin’ like a slit wrist, but I’m not suicidal (I’m not)
I can’t even kick it with these niggas, slim, I do not like them (I don’t)
Hate doing business with family, they be too entitled
You just as guilty as a snake me if you knew about it (You guilty)
Security gon’ protect me ’cause I give ’em money
But my niggas, they gon’ *** for me ’cause they love me
If I said I got you, then I got you, ***, don’t bug me
Reach for this pretty jewelry, it’s gon’ get so ugly
That’s my ***, I’m not puttin’ on no rubber ducky (Can’t do it)
Say you miss me, okay, show me when you ***’ suck me (Come show me)
Move however ’round this *** and shootout if they touch me (Don’t touch me)
Got some DC niggas, pull up, shoot the Drac’ on one knee (Boom, boom)
They doin’ everything ‘cept gettin’ to this ***’ money
Don’t want my *** to smell no perfume on me, ho, don’t hug me (You can’t)
Told brodie, “Blitz, whoever die, they die,” that’s how I’m comin’ (Get down)
Ain’t got our poles, no one-on-ones, he hit that floor, we stomp him (Uh)
Used to be a taker, they put me on paper (On papers)
Went from mugshots to taking pictures with my neighbors (With my neighbors)
I don’t want no credit, give the glory to my savior (To my savior)
Never played sports, but ball like a Hall of Famer (Hall of Famer)
‘Member when I needed niggas and they wouldn’t answer (They wouldn’t answer)
Now they wanna take a picture, they want me to tag ’em (Want me to tag ’em)
Man, it’s foreigns on the air strip when I be landin’ (When I be landin’)
Shittin’ on ’em, know it cut deep, they need a bandage (They need a bandage)