King Von - Went Silly

Von, Von
Von, Von (DJ on the beat so it's a banger)

Bitch left me while I was locked up, I came home I shitted on that bitch (I shitted on that)
Went silly on that bitch (went silly on that), got diamonds drippin' off my wrist (yeah, yeah)
If you ain't suckin' dick then I ain't interested bitch (yeah, I ain't interested bitch)
You got a deep throat, lick on and spit on my shit
I got a bag, niggas' savings, I be spendin' that shit (I be spendin' that shit, yeah)
My homie turned state, now he a witness and shit (damn, damn)
See on my soul, I'm out here shootin' poles (damn, damn, yeah)
I probably catch a body before I catch a cold (boom, boom, boom, boom)

Hold on, hold on, hold on
Run that shit back
This that OTF shit
This that Stretch Gang shit
This that GetBack Gang shit

Von, Von
Von, Von (DJ on the beat so it's a banger)

Bitch left me while I was locked up, I came home I shitted on that bitch (I shitted on that)
Went silly on that bitch (went silly on that), got diamonds drippin' off my wrist (yeah, yeah)
If you ain't suckin' dick then I ain't interested bitch (yeah, I ain't interested bitch)
You got a deep throat, lick on and spit on my shit (you gotta spit on my shit)
I got a bag, niggas' savings, I be spendin' that shit (I be spendin' that shit, yeah)
My homie turned state, now he a witness and shit (boy a witness and shit)
See on my soul, I'm out here shootin' poles (damn, damn, yeah)
I probably catch a body before I catch a cold (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

I got a shootin' folks habit (yeah)
I know I'm too savage (I know I'm too savage)
My lil bro packin' (what?), We team No Lackin (we team No Lack)
Better not get caught in traffic (boom), 'cause I'm Stretch Gang crazy (yeah, yeah)
My old hoes blew, I wouldn't fuck 'em if they paid me (nah, nah)
Hermes, nah, bitch, this Ferragamo (bitch, this Ferragamo)
Ain't tryna fuck the nigga bitch, I'm tryna fuck his mama (I'm tryna fuck yo' mama)
I'm up with a bad bitch named London, she gay and she swing both ways like nunchucks
My guys, deep fry shit Popeye's (yeah, boom, boom, boom)
Never lackin' stay on point, see everything like I'm cockeyed (boom, yeah, yeah)
Ho nigga got bitch ways, he switch sides (yeah, yeah)
Change a nigga like a flat tire, he gon' need more than peroxide (yeah, yeah, yeah, bang)
Ouu, I know you feelin' this (I know you feelin this, yeah, yeah)
Boy, this that killin' shit (this that killin' shit)
This that gang only shit, you need a membership (what? What? Boom)
This that hit your target shit, it hit your witness shit (boom-boom)
You ain't see that boy in three days, that's that he missin' shit (that boy gone)
Now, that's that fishy shit (yeah, yeah), but Von tote a fifty clip (yeah, yeah)
Plus my gun been through some shit (yeah, yeah)
Like Bernie Mac, bitch, who you with?
Balmain, nah, bitch, I rock Amiris (nah, nah)
My Drac' just caught two niggas back to back, it's gettin' scary

Bitch left me while I was locked up, I came home I shitted on that bitch (I shitted on that)
Went silly on that bitch (went silly on that), got diamonds drippin' off my wrist (yeah, yeah)
If you ain't suckin' dick then I ain't interested bitch (yeah, I ain't interested bitch)
You got a deep throat, lick on and spit on my shit
I got a bag, niggas' savings, I be spendin' that shit (I be spendin' that shit, yeah)
My homie turned state, now he a witness and shit (damn)
See on my soul, I'm out here shootin' poles (damn, damn, yeah)
I probably catch a body before I catch a cold (boom, boom, boom, boom)

(DJ on the beat so it's a banger)

Written by:
Darrel Jackson, Dayvon Bennett

Publisher:
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