Von Black - Black Friday

It's my way
Or the fuckin Highway

Fuck Halloween
I'm trying put a Ghost
In my drive way

Everything must go
It's Black Friday

She suck it like a pro
Got that sour face

Buy it for the low
Then we up the rates

Shit been goin' slow
Time to pick up the pace

Von Basquiat
Ima paint her face

I got two phones
And I'm not tired
I feel like Kevin gates

Cartiers block the hate

We got everything for sell
We don't need a scale

Fuck 12
I don't know him
I don't even know myself

Got a bad bitch sending me mail
Got a Angel flying me a kite

We live like the cartel
Shoes courtesy of off white

Fuck feelings
I'm catching flights

Touchdown
And I'm gone by tonight

Cold world
Put my heart on ice

Set your price
Then live your life

It's a gamble nigga
Roll the dice

Niggas in it for the hype
Everything must go

Maybe even you
Money Mike!

It's my way
Or the fuckin Highway

Fuck Halloween
I'm trying put a Ghost
In my drive way

Everything must go
It's Black Friday

She suck it like a pro
Got that sour face

Buy it for the low
Then we up the rates

Shit been goin' slow
Time to pick up the pace

Von Basquiat
Ima paint her face (Come here)

Leg up
Pull her lace

Ask me why I'm being weird
Money rag wipe my tears

She gon pull up
Eat me on the spot
Like hibachi

It's cold, Mask down
Ride with the stick like we playing hockey

Running through the lobby
This shit like a hobby

Graveyard shift
We just closing shop

Ain't even tryna party nigga

It's my way
Or the fuckin Highway

Fuck Halloween
I'm tryin put a Ghost
In my drive way

Everything must go
It's Black Friday

She suck it like a pro
Got that sour face

Buy it for the low
Then we up the rates

Shit been goin' slow
Time to pick up the pace

Von Basquiat
Ima paint her face

Written by:
Davon Williams

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