Slickk D'Money - V6 (Brick Wall)

Don't run into this brick wall ima big dawg
You get hit dawg
Don't care fill him up straight with fentanyl
V6 with the dull pipes it be hitting
When it pull off look like it's lifting
Got a lor bitch in the back
With the stick and it's tucked
Don't give a fuck bout it you can get it
You can Knuck if you buck if u want
But you fucked cause it's up
Big sticks in the trunk that's tuff
And we giving out hell tickets
You can fall right in line
Let them shells hit emm
Smell like gas out the gate
Push the pedal in
Every song that I make is a celebration
Cause they know that I'm hot
And I'm elevating
I won't stop ima grind even when I make it
Bitch I'm good where I'm at
I'm remaining patient
Hold up I switch up the flow up
Everybody know that I'm sick
Like Corona
The shit I smoke is pressure
You already know
You can smell the aroma
You the I was gone to rhyme coma
Sike I lied that's my mind I'm bolder
Ima put ah chain on my brovas neck
TCR that's the gang
So you know that we throw up
I just keep giving emm hell
You cannot tell cause I stay by myself
I ran this bitch up by myself
I don't need you niggas
I don't need ya help
I remember I didn't have ah dollar
I ain't dumb with this shit
I ain't buying no designer
Give a hunned racks
Straight to my momma
That's my dream that's my goal
I ain't lying that's ah promise
Don't run into this brick wall ima big dawg
You get hit dawg
Don't care fill him up straight with fentanyl
V6 with the dull pipes it be hitting
When it pull off look like it's lifting
Got a lor bitch in the back
With the stick and it's tucked
Don't give a fuck bout it you can get it
You can Knuck if you buck if u want
But you fucked cause it's up
Big sticks in the trunk that's tuff
Yeah yeah yeah we really sum bread winners
Know some bitches ready to stab niggas
Pick that bag up
You know that I ran with it
In that pussy I dip ima land in it
See ah opp out my rear view
We don't fear you bullets near u
With my young niggas
They really ready to drill you
They finna kill you
You can express all ya pain
But ah mother fucker still won't feel u
And that's on sun real shit
I been staying to myself on sum
Chill shit
Lock myself in the stu on some self shit
Talking outta ya neck bring out hell quick
Bitch I ball like Ky with the Celtics
With this song that I made
Bet you felt it
And she wanted to fuck
I say baby don't touch
Let me smell it
I'm hot need to cool off
Like nigga you mad cause you lost
Needa get you ah bag
Need to get off yo ass
I don't care if you was wiping sum
Shoes off
Needa get it the rent gone be due dawg
Bad bitch Savage red hair
And she bad as a fuck
So I call her my
Rudolph
You know we brong out that choppa
That bihh finna pop emm
That bihh finna stop emm
Don't give a fuck bout it
Cause she nun but drama
Young nigga all bout a dollar
If you don't got that
Than yo ass got a problem
Don't run into this brick wall ima big dawg
You get hit dawg
Don't care fill him up straight with fentanyl
V6 with the dull pipes it be hitting
When it pull off look like it's lifting
Got a lor bitch in the back
With the stick and it's tucked
Don't give a fuck bout it you can get it
You can Knuck if you buck if u want
But you fucked cause it's up
Big sticks in the trunk that's tuff

Written by:
Taeqwon Carter

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