910 by Tone Slicka Lyrics
[Intro: Kaylee]
Oh my god it's Slicka
[Verse: Tone Slicka]
I sleep with my hand on her ass cheek
I sleep with a gun on my bedside
I don't do social or facebook no
My closet does not contain plain clothes
Watch me start up the car just with my elbow yeah
And I don't ADHD I don't play no games and I don't pity party
I think I seen him on the side of the street and he begging for money
Imma blow up his crack teeth
The beretta gone blow out his crack teeth
They graduate and they wanna act like me
65 G's on a scat pack and I got it bullet proof right at the dealership Woh
Predator drone at the back door
I lick the thang and she let me go backstage
Slicka pull up with 10 and they hating cause they fucking 2's off of back pagе
Throw the bomb out of the whip when I pull of I click it, it dеtonate
[Chorus: Tone Slicka]
Leather coat with the raider logo on the back yeah
But I'm down south in the 910
And I, I do not tollerate lame shit
I don't want friends I want pit bulls
[Verse 2: Tone Slicka]
I pull up with a 10 in a v6
You throwing 10's at these twos at the strip club
Pointing out the laser and the lames laying down Woh
Slicka got a lot of loot and lemon heads hating
She got extra booty I brought extra bullets
I rimmed out the coop
And I plated my shooter
Fuck getting out the whip let the gas hit him
Big billboard with my logo on it
Big pinky ring got a boulder in it, it does
Butt less thong and yo ass out
Plat chain with big baguettes in it woh
Pump shotgun like a redneck
She from the south but she don't got an accent uh
Sit on my face let me bench it
Shawty ass thick like my wallet
Big racks bulging out the pocket yeah
Jamming up the chamber of the Glock Woh
Blow up yo mans at the laundry mate
Elbow that dyke in the temple
But I don't fuck with no trash I'm Slicka
[Outro: Tone Slicka]
Yeah Uh Huh
Oh
Uh Huh
Yeah
That's Right
Check it out
From the 330 went west to the 702
Now I'm down in the 910
That's it
Oh my god it's Slicka
[Verse: Tone Slicka]
I sleep with my hand on her ass cheek
I sleep with a gun on my bedside
I don't do social or facebook no
My closet does not contain plain clothes
Watch me start up the car just with my elbow yeah
And I don't ADHD I don't play no games and I don't pity party
I think I seen him on the side of the street and he begging for money
Imma blow up his crack teeth
The beretta gone blow out his crack teeth
They graduate and they wanna act like me
65 G's on a scat pack and I got it bullet proof right at the dealership Woh
Predator drone at the back door
I lick the thang and she let me go backstage
Slicka pull up with 10 and they hating cause they fucking 2's off of back pagе
Throw the bomb out of the whip when I pull of I click it, it dеtonate
[Chorus: Tone Slicka]
Leather coat with the raider logo on the back yeah
But I'm down south in the 910
And I, I do not tollerate lame shit
I don't want friends I want pit bulls
[Verse 2: Tone Slicka]
I pull up with a 10 in a v6
You throwing 10's at these twos at the strip club
Pointing out the laser and the lames laying down Woh
Slicka got a lot of loot and lemon heads hating
She got extra booty I brought extra bullets
I rimmed out the coop
And I plated my shooter
Fuck getting out the whip let the gas hit him
Big billboard with my logo on it
Big pinky ring got a boulder in it, it does
Butt less thong and yo ass out
Plat chain with big baguettes in it woh
Pump shotgun like a redneck
She from the south but she don't got an accent uh
Sit on my face let me bench it
Shawty ass thick like my wallet
Big racks bulging out the pocket yeah
Jamming up the chamber of the Glock Woh
Blow up yo mans at the laundry mate
Elbow that dyke in the temple
But I don't fuck with no trash I'm Slicka
[Outro: Tone Slicka]
Yeah Uh Huh
Oh
Uh Huh
Yeah
That's Right
Check it out
From the 330 went west to the 702
Now I'm down in the 910
That's it