Zay Slatty - War Ready/Patience

Money bag (aye Zay das my slimeball das my slatty), this a money thing
I cut the top off the roof, I'm out in London with the tings
I got top shelf exotic, can't smoke on no boof, bitch I'm finna geek up with the team
Put the gun to his head told 'em give me the loot, I like to let the nina sing
My lil' brother strapped up like Marine in this bitch, whole lotta green in this bitch
Bro don't give up the cash, he can talk to the stick, I'm gon' make me a scene in this bitch
I went asked lil' bro, what you know about the bag
What you know 'bout getting cash
I got two pretty bad hoes with me in the trap, and both of 'em tweaking off the xan
I had asked what they know 'bout the swag, no them niggas ain't having no garments
I'm with two bad hoes calling me dad, Rocking Ricky-O and fucking Marni
Shawty said "Vinci don't play no games with me", took a look at my bitch told her "Sorry"
Just found out that your bitch is a fan of me, she gon' eat up the dick like O'Charley's (yeah)
We got money bags, this a money thing
I cut the top off the roof, I told dat hoe let's feel the breeze
It's way too hot up in the booth, 545 degrees
They just know they can't fuck with 'The V', they just know they can't keep up with me
Check the analysis, bitch I'm superstar status
Ain't no facade that I'm having this shit, glock in hand, you know we war ready
I'm the band man (you know it), band man(yeah you know), band man (bitch)
Her friend like "Stay away from Vinci, that's a bad man" (who?)
I done pissed off the money, I got mad bands
Lil' shawty cool but she can't slide without her best friend with her
So so fine and all black fit like I'm Batman (nigga)
Who that with all that Earth tone on, she must not know 'SandmanSantana'
That hoe can't touch my standards, in the back of the drop top benz
This bitch from Texas, she's a dancer, I Heard that boy got slimed out by his man (oh God)
Hoe that's not really your gang, hoe that's not really your nigga
Bro got a stick when he hop out the van, I hop out that bih with a pistol
BB LV bag on me, Kapital hat on me
I heard them boys don't got no money, I got them stacks on me, so many bad hoes
I got like 4-5 women tryna put they cats on me, gang got mad poles
Push to they block in a minute, we gon' put a gat on a nigga (oh yeah)
I go by count up man lil bitch, yeah Come count it up with me
(huh, huh, huh)
(Zay das my slatty)

Written by:
Christianardo Vinc

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