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 wicked
I’m wicked
I’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 up
They 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 out
I ain’t never lackin’, I pump gas with my gun out
Scream out, “What’s happenin’?” Then get to bussin’ ’til it run out
All these n^^gas hidin’, I’m likе where they at? It ain’t no fun now
7.62s big as hеll’ll knock a n^^ga lungs out
One, 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 jakes
I’ma kill fourteen n^^gas if thirteen b^^ch n^^gas play
I think my Draco might be gay (Why?), ’cause he blow n^^gas
I just got a brand new Lolli, that’s a four-nickel
Call me Nardo yes-man, I don’t know n^^gas
You 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 ‘Raq
He gon’ drink whatever a n^^ga sell him just to say he high
They 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^s
Better 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^s
Nardo voice, creep up out that cut, we like shh, shh
Nardo 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 boy
You Mickey Mouse, b^^ch, you went and told on that boy
All my guns come with a switch ’cause I’m f^^kin’ rich
I don’t type no tweets or throw no fists, get shot in your sh^t
Old n^^gas steady tryna diss, f^^k up off my d^^k
Caught him leaving bingo with his b^^ch and we sent a blitz
Nardo tryna fight me ’bout the stick, it’s his turn to blick
I can’t even roll my opps in sh^t, puss^es don’t exist
One, two, three, four n^^gas mad I f^^ked they ho
Five, six, seven, eight puss^es that got hit with this K
Nine, ten, eleven, twelve, don’t got L’s, they gotta chase
Thirteen, 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, Swisher
Hop out middle of the street, hit him (Hit him)
Soon as he fall off his feet, kill him
Been out all week
Seen three R.I.P. pictures
My shooters all eatin’ (All of ’em)
You can tell that we richer
Pull up ballin’, swish
Been on all the hits (All the hits)
Now I’m all legit (All legit)
Shout out Nardo Wick (That’s lil’ bro), b^^ch
One, two, three, four, f^^k the opps, them n^^gas hoes
Five, six, seven, eight, slammin’ rakes, we GDK
Nine, ten, ‘leven, twelve, no mask, still ain’t go to jail (Brr)
Hundred K checks in the mail
Put that away just for bail
All the crack we used to sell
Auntie house still got the smell
Fans be negative as hell
f^^k that sh^t, I just prevail
AR hold a hundred shells
Aim that b^^ch, shoot everywhere
No Limit, I never care
Spin 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’ check
Bah, touch my f^^kin’ neck
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