Bonafide Slider Video (MV)

Bonafide, slider We catch you lackin', we ridin
Can't say too much, we ain't hidin' All of my niggas need guidance
I take your bitch to the island Suck on my dick, man, you know that shit sloppy
Louis Vuitton the attire, I spin the block in a spider
Whippin' this shit with no driver Slick with the words, man, you know it excite her
Killin' this shit relative, Michael Myers That pussy fire, you know I ignite her
She f*ck with you because you really like her but she say she love me when I get inside her
I be the one that fulfill her desires Hit from behind, have her singin' like choirs
All of my niggas, they ready fasho It cost a ticket just for me to show
Ain't about chicken and I gotta go Whippin' the phantom, I had to go ghost
My only interest is cash overflow Ain't got no money, bitch, pay what you owe
Raisin' the biscuit, you play with my dough You wanna picture, bitch, throw up the four
I'm rockin' Balenciaga, put ice on my wrist with a fitted I put that shit on
When I speak up, better listen, shit I gotta handle some business, then back on the road
I'm really keepin' my distance but like a magician he snitch and then poof and he gone
I got a plan to get richer while duckin' the system but shhh keep that shit on the low
Bonafide, slider We catch you lackin', we ridin
Can't say too much, we ain't hidin' All of my niggas need guidance
I take your bitch to the island Suck on my dick man you know that shit sloppy
Louis Vuitton the attire I spin the block in a spider
Bonafide, slider Bonafide, slider
Bonafide, slider I spin the block in a spider
Bonafide, slider Bonafide, slider
Bonafide, slider I spin the block in a spider
Come a long way from bustin' my ass on a field to just writin' and rappin
I ain't sayin' it wasn't a blessing, I'm sayin' I really been fightin' my passion
From the south of Atlanta, where niggas been ridin' with hammers, pull up and start blastin'
Out the mud, gotta make this shit happen Since a youngin', a nigga been tapped in
Cannon with me, I stay with the drum stick count the money, it gotta be hundreds
Never satisfied, gotta stay hungry Chase the money, you know how we comin
Not a little, I need me a fortune Couple of tours, and the women be gorgeous
Sold out shows and they singin' my chorus Mental pictures, make sure it's in portrait
Paradise poetry
I don't force shit on no hoe
I just let em' come naturally Hole in my heart, I'm a savage
I f*ck em' and never call back, now they bashin' me
I know that these niggas mad at me This for the hoe that just laughed at me
I done got older, got wiser, and got to a bag man
That shit really crafted me
(Thanks I guess)
This shit really chess, a bunch of small moves to take over the game with finesse
I'm runnin' up digits, I'm countin' these checks
I get it, flip it, then I sit back and rest
These hoes wanna f*ck, send em' back to they nest
As real as it gets, I'm survivin' the test
They climb to the top, it get hard, I confess
But I cannot stop till I'm one of the best
Bonafide, slider We catch you lackin', we ridin
Can't say too much, we ain't hidin
All of my niggas, need guidance
I take your bitch to the island Suck on my dick, man you know that shit sloppy
Louis Vuitton, the attire I spin the block in a spider
Bonafide, slider Bonafide, slider
Bonafide, slider I spin the block in a spider
Bonafide, slider Bonafide, slider
Bonafide, slider I spin the block in a spider