Poetic Justice lyrics

[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
f*ck 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 sh*t
Every n*gga that dissed the guys died, you already knew that sh*t
b*tch bad, she want Celine, f*ck McQueen, we don't do that sh*t
I don't smoke sh- that n*gga plaque, that's why I threw that sh*t
Stolen SRT, I pull them killers inside that Trackhawk
They can't identify the killer, he had his mask on
That n*gga 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
n*gga f*ck 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, f*ck you send a hit?
You can find that drop, or find that thot, that's really with that sh*t
This sh*t crazy how it is, it's crazy how we live
I lost some homies to this sh*t, but asked them what we did
Steppin' on sh*t, swing the Glock, clappin' heads and sh*t
The guys hate when I be out West, creatin' strands and sh*t
My b*tch, 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 sh*t (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 sh*t
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
n*gga, when I see you, you know what I'ma do?
The button horny, wanna f*ck, 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 n*gga Uncle Drew
I let my oldhead run point, that n*gga- go
That n*gga- go, go, go, go
And I'm still screamin' free Buckets and Tee out that can
I started bangin' on they block, this n*gga 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 n*gga started actin' flashy, and that's what got 'em dead
We got his Ummi makin' tees, we put 'em on a brand
That n*gga told everything, they put 'em on a stand

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