「Lyrics」
Tunnel Vision
Mozzy
「Lyrics」
Tunnel Vision
Mozzy
To love one unconditionally is bulletproof
The way I prayed I knew my patna nem were pullin’ through
AMG and red Forgis what I’m pullin’ through
It’s just to motivate the youngin’s really come from nothin’
Post Traumatic Stress we really suffer from it
I’m haunted by my past but I ain’t runnin’ from ittt
Either. Whats up? We are high again!
This time there is no Glock Money Gun
Money is not a problem
Squid, Bentley, margarita
The slut said; "Don't wrap any more." (Or)
I said; "Take it, don't be stubborn."
I have the sky key (hrr)
Enters their temples
My neck is gold, my arm is AP coated
We drank a lot, I made Bubble Gum blunt
Very dirty double cup, thought it was marry
I am comfortable manitan, my soldier is now (Modd)
Full-hole head (Modd)
Steel vest carries Supreme (Modd)
Make it rain, save money
Come on, move the sacks
This is real flex (flex)
Go to the rocket ship without getting a ticket
Your planet is spinning 'one turn
M and OB; this is the galactic seizure
I consume like fast food
Money like Sprite; hustling cash rules
Back crew in Yanyol
Every shit back shit is always this
(Splash) I'm in the kitchen of the job
Do you think in my dick the slice of the cake? (Ha?)
The white faces, like my Air Force, take off the genie of the lamp
There is money but no;
Off-White, Fendi, FILA, Tommy or Gucci, sushi ne Fiji
While none of them satisfy us, none of us
No luck, fuck off
[Hook: Modd & Vio]
Either, either, or
What's up, what's up (What's up?)?
What's up, what's up?
Go home
What's up, what's up (That's real flex, flex)?
What's up, what's up (What's up?)?
What's up, what's up (Your head full of holes)
What's up, what's up (Fuck you come on)?
What's up, what's up? (O, o, o)
To what, to whom is this panic? (O, o, o)
[Verse 2: Vio]
You think you don't want to see me in my dick (huh?)?
I turn it into my own galaxy where I want (ya, ya)
The slut said: "I love you, get your dress off!" (Or)
I think your bullet is plastic, did you hit me?
Suu Whoop, YG, 4Hunnid (or)
To what, to whom is this panic? Watch out (watch out)
Real see the little kid (ya, ya)
Green money pyramid (dollar)
I ate ate munchies (aah)
I broke head war (aah)
Dangerous vampire (or)
Day and night hustlin '(ya)
Lean in the glass (ah)
I memorized ghetto
I need a new melody son
I'll wait Lambo, don't drive Renault
Let me be upset, yes, but the rules of this collar must be strict
Because the upward range in us
Yeah, all time prayin 'for blessin'
[Outro: Vio]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, skrt, skrt, skrt
What happened?
It's time to go back home!
It's time to go back home!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, skrt, skrt, skrt
What happened?
It's time to go back home!
It's time to go back home!
either
Oh, oh, oh
Tunnel Vision, Tunnel Vision
Tunnel Vision, Tunnel Vision
Tunnel Vision, Tunnel Vision
Tunnel Vision, Tunnel Vision
Tunnel Vision, Tunnel Vision
Tunnel Vision, Tunnel Vision
Tunnel Vision, Tunnel Vision
Tunnel Vision, Tunnel Vision