[Verse 1]

Vendetta, thick skin under thin sweater

Don’t think for a second shit sweet

And T will let ya, disrespect

I mincemeat niggas for breakfast

Conduct the beats like Quincy with the orchestra

A lecture from professor Hannibal Lecter

My pitbull senses food in human texture

We at the section, low key with the brethren

Demi-sec for a shorty looking like she breast feed

These nigga flexing four deep with VS

And no bitch doing extra phony shit for attention

It’s no stress till they poke me in the chest

With a phone seeking a selfie, pour a drink on her dress

Gotta address it, check a nigga temperature

But Bo Brady said be measured so I settle down

Send a messenger, the bouncer like a wrestler

Kick ‘em out the VI they out there with the regulars

Vendetta, I'm petty they gotta learn a lesson

Fuck ‘em forever

Whatever birdie he got I'm texting

Till she the ex, put a baby mama in a Benz

Uber Black got a cutie added to our lady friends

Don’t play with them, my niggas really raise blinkies

I could get you got for the price of a race pigeon

Don’t fuck with me, I don’t beef with rappers that's silly

They say to you what they can’t to me

When they see me, Stog

[Chorus: Brittney Crush]

Show up in the place with style and grace

See the sour on their face

That's that vendetta

Pull up like vroom, ass on boom

Bitches turn gloom

That's that vendetta

Bank full of pape, fly no cape

Faces turn sour grape

That's that vendetta

Ohh huh that's that vendetta

Ohh huh that's that vendetta

[Verse 2: Stogie T]

Gorilla shit, they squeeze for money penny pinch

My Guerrilla niggas beat the army in them skirmishes

MK veterans, armored truck co-conspirators

Eat sirloin steak at the Saxon with the minister

Black businesses off the books, no written shit

Colonial pillaging call ‘em crooks but don’t give ‘em shit

Well here’s a look, lease the whip from the dealership

Take a whiff of this, breath the fumes or just eat a dick

Driving Europeans crazy like immigrants

Dunk a nut of semen on racists call it conditioner

It’s in my lineage mum and pops was militant

Cousin wasn’t innocent, those the cards he dealing with

Ace of Spade out the bucket to remember him

'Cause they was made out them struggles

When the pressure build it's meant to feel like water

When you check the stream of thought, a nigga etched with skill

Get spins with no record deal

So for the record if its smoke, yeah I am here for this

But show don’t tell first lesson of the discipline

No embellishments, no tall tales we was living it

Toast your cocktails to a lyricist

Vendetta

We get ‘em back when we level up

Revenge cheddar

For all the second hand shit they fed us

Set ‘em up in the calm south westerly weather

And touch lettuce forever all the et ceteras

[Chorus: Brittney Crush]

Show up in the place with style and grace

See the sour on their face

That's that vendetta

Pull up like vroom, ass on boom

Bitches turn gloom

That's that vendetta

Bank full of pape, fly no cape

Faces turn sour grape

That's that vendetta

Ohh huh that's that vendetta

Ohh huh that's that vendetta