VonWick - Slide Music

Aye
Lot of hundreds and a glock on me right now, aye (for real)
Aye, whole lot of hundreds and a glock on me right now
Aye (for real)
Aye
Whole lot of hundreds and a glock on me right now
Chop make a nigga dance, watch him do the Charlie Brown
Bitch gave me head good, had to tell her dumb it down
If you ain't finna shoot your gun for me then you can't come around
Bitch
Choppa hold a hundred rounds
Big titties on the drum I like to fuck around
Bitch serving all my dogs out my favorite pound
All my lil niggas like to wrestle they'll come take you down
Aye
Take you down like WWE
I ain't met a nigga out here yet who really fuck with me
Honestly, I'm getting sick and tired of all these bitches
Pulling switches out my britches, beat on all these niggas
What's the difference tween a broke nigga and a rich one
It's the way they think, one asking one giving
New crib I ain't have a bed, no dishes
But I ain't tripping nigga, on my own I had to get it
While you out there on the block I'm with some pretty women
We just came back from the mall n did some benji spending
You niggas penny pinching, I don't even get it
All that faking like you having man that shit ridiculous
You is not me, you should give it up
I be smooth talking to the bitch then she give it up
I be moon walking on the bricks running digits up
I be cool walking with the stick they don't know its tucked
You is not me, shut the fuck up
You don't know half the shit it took to run these bucks up
You don't know the dash I had to push to get these ducks home
Coming through the tunnel doing a hundred, yea I got it on me
Whole lotta hundreds, pink fifties, I like color money
She think I'm buying her some then this bitch a dummy
I can't just wife you for none
What is you doing for me
I like the way we be fucking
And what you doing to me
Sex in the back of the foreign
Peanut butter pussy
Hop out I'm stepping Dior
Everybody looking
Any bitch you see me with look better than before
It was twenty-eighteen me and Kaydo, henny in a ford
Now its thousand dollar kicks that cost your rent you can't afford
And these bitches get on all fours when a nigga bored
We gone pull up it be all foreign when I'm with the boys
Gang
You is not me, you should give it up
I be smooth talking to the bitch then she give it up
I be moon walking on the bricks running digits up
I be cool walking with the stick they don't know its tucked
You is not me, shut the fuck up
You don't know half the shit it took to run these bucks up
You don't know the dash I had to push to get these ducks home
Coming through the tunnel doing a hundred, yea I got it on me

Written by:
Corey Dabney

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