They Be On My Page Like Slide For Von Lyrics


They Be On My Page Like Slide For Von Lyrics By Nardo Wick. They be on my page like, “Slide for Von,” I know they trollin’ me (Cap) Outside with y’all big homie, be on, I keep them folks with me (Bop).

They Be On My Page Like Slide For Von Lyrics

I’m wickedI’m wickedI’m wicked (EMKAY)I’m wicked (EMKAY, EMKAY)

Who want smoke with me?Who want smoke with me?Who want smoke with me?n^^ga, who want smoke with me?Who want smoke with me?Who want smoke with me?Who want smoke with me?n^^ga, who want smoke with me?

Who want smoke with me? I’m tryna f^^k a n^^ga lungs upThey be like, “Nardo, put them damn guns up”f^^k that, say, “Big brother, bring them guns out”When it’s smoke, we get to spinnin’ while the sun outI ain’t never lackin’, I pump gas with my gun outScream out, “What’s happenin’?” Then get to bussin’ ’til it run outAll these n^^gas hidin’, I’m likе where they at? It ain’t no fun now7.62s big as hеll’ll knock a n^^ga lungs outOne, two, three, four (Kick your door, get on the floor)Five, six, seven, eight (Don’t make no noise, I’ll eat your face)Nine, ten, eleven, we ain’t gon’ say that number, we don’t f^^k with jakesI’ma kill fourteen n^^gas if thirteen b^^ch n^^gas playI think my Draco might be gay (Why?), ’cause he blow n^^gasI just got a brand new Lolli, that’s a four-nickelCall me Nardo yes-man, I don’t know n^^gasYou can send your best man, you gon’ lose your best hitter

What the f^^k is that?What the f^^k is that?That’s how I step on n^^gas(How I step on these b^^ch-a^s n^^gas, yeah, man, what?)

They be on my page like, “Slide for Von,” I know they trollin’ me (Cap)Outside with y’all big homie, be on, I keep them folks with me (Bop)Got it back in blood, y’all just don’t know, that’s how it ‘posed to be (Shh)Called him for a feature just to kill him ’cause we know he sweet (Grrah, grrah)Uh, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh, who the f^^k is that?Bro, go check the door, look out the window, don’t forget the strap (Let’s get it)I be on they a^s when I see opps, I do forget I rap (I do)I be on this sh^t wherever I’m at, I learned that from the ‘RaqHe gon’ drink whatever a n^^ga sell him just to say he highThey be like, “He wasn’t even with that sh^t,” whenever a n^^ga die (He gone)Emergency room gon’ always lie to y’all whenever a n^^ga die (True)Sayin’ a n^^ga stable as they check, just to keep y’all quiet (Let’s get it)Bronem stomp his a^sBetter do what Nardo said, ’cause n^^gas die for pumpin’ gas (Boom)Why you act like that sh^t so exclusive? b^^ch, that’s public a^s (Public a^s)Can’t no n^^ga we don’t f^^k with come around, we stomp his a^sNardo voice, creep up out that cut, we like shh, shhNardo voice, catch him before he run, that gun go shh, shh (Grrah)Ayy, who you killed? Steady talkin’ like you did a drill (Gang)We gon’ kill you sober, who done told you that I need a pill? Gang

Real-deal stepper, put my toe on that boyYou Mickey Mouse, b^^ch, you went and told on that boyAll my guns come with a switch ’cause I’m f^^kin’ richI don’t type no tweets or throw no fists, get shot in your sh^tOld n^^gas steady tryna diss, f^^k up off my d^^kCaught him leaving bingo with his b^^ch and we sent a blitzNardo tryna fight me ’bout the stick, it’s his turn to blickI can’t even roll my opps in sh^t, puss^es don’t existOne, two, three, four n^^gas mad I f^^ked they hoFive, six, seven, eight puss^es that got hit with this KNine, ten, eleven, twelve, don’t got L’s, they gotta chaseThirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen hollow tips, they hit his face

What the f^^k is that? (What the f^^k is that?)What the f^^k is that? (What the f^^k is that?)Hit that lil’ b^^ch from the back (Fah, fah, fah, fah, fah, fah, fah)Pest control, who called ’bout rats? (P^^sy)

Who want smoke with us?Who want smoke with us?Who want smoke with us? (Who want smoke with me?)Who want smoke with us? (Who want smoke?)Who want smoke with us? (f^^k n^^ga)Who want smoke with us (Brr), n^^ga? (Ayy)

I be with real killers, I’m a rappin’ street n^^ga (Street n^^ga)Copy, paste, delete n^^gas (Ayy)Can’t wait ’til we see n^^gas (Okay)Who want smoke? It’s free (Smoke, it’s free)All the oppers sweet, SwisherHop out middle of the street, hit him (Hit him)Soon as he fall off his feet, kill himBeen out all weekSeen three R.I.P. picturesMy shooters all eatin’ (All of ’em)You can tell that we richerPull up ballin’, swishBeen on all the hits (All the hits)Now I’m all legit (All legit)Shout out Nardo Wick (That’s lil’ bro), b^^chOne, two, three, four, f^^k the opps, them n^^gas hoesFive, six, seven, eight, slammin’ rakes, we GDKNine, ten, ‘leven, twelve, no mask, still ain’t go to jail (Brr)Hundred K checks in the mailPut that away just for bailAll the crack we used to sellAuntie house still got the smellFans be negative as hellf^^k that sh^t, I just prevailAR hold a hundred shellsAim that b^^ch, shoot everywhereNo Limit, I never careSpin they block, they never there (P^^sy)

What the f^^k is that? (What the f^^k is that?)What the f^^k is that? (What the f^^k is that?)Cost a f^^kin’ checkBah, touch my f^^kin’ neck

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