Went Silly lyrics

[Intro]
Von, Von (DJ on the beat so it's a banger), Von

[Chorus]
b*tch left me while I was locked up, I came home, I sh*tted on that b*tch
Went silly on that b*tch, got diamonds drippin’ off my wrist
If you ain't suckin' di*k then I ain’t interested, b*tch
You got a deep throat, lick on and spit on my sh*t
I got a bag, n*ggas' savings, I be spendin' that sh*t
My homie turned state, now he a witness and sh*t
See, on my soul, I'm out here shootin' poles
I probably catch a body before I catch a cold

[Interlude]
Hold on, hold on, hold— Run that sh*t back
This that OTF sh*t, this that Stretch Gang sh*t, this that GetBack Gang sh*t
Von, Von (DJ on the beat so it's a banger), Von

[Chorus]
b*tch left me while I was locked up, I came home, I sh*tted on that b*tch
Went silly on that b*tch, got diamonds drippin' off my wrist
If you ain't suckin’ di*k then I ain’t interested b*tch
You got a deep throat, lick on and spit on my sh*t
I got a bag, n*ggas' savings, I be spendin’ that sh*t
My homie turned state, now he a witness and sh*t
See, on my soul, I'm out here shootin' poles
I probably catch a body before I catch a cold
[Verse]
I got a shootin' folks habit, I know I’m too savage
My lil' bro packin', we team No Lackin
Better not get caught in traffic, 'cause I'm Stretch Gang crazy
My old ho is blue, I wouldn't f*ck em if they paid me
Hermes, nah, b*tch this Ferragamo
Ain't tryna f*ck the n*gga b*tch, I'm tryna f*ck his mama
I'm with a bad b*tch named London, she gay and she swing both ways like nunchucks
My guys deep fry sh*t, Popeyes
Never lackin' stay on point, see everything like I'm c*ckeyed
Ho n*gga got b*tch ways, he switch sides
Change a n*gga like a flat tire, he gon' need more than peroxide
Ooh, I know you feelin' this, boy this that killin' sh*t
This that gang only sh*t, you need a membership
This that hit your target sh*t, it hit your witness sh*t
You ain't see that boy in three days, that's that he missin' sh*t
Now, that's that fishy sh*t, but Von tote a 50 clip
Plus my gun been through some sh*t
Like Bernie Mac, b*tch, who you with?
Balmain, nah, b*tch I rock Amiris
My Drac' just caught two n*ggas back to back, it's gettin' scary

[Chorus]
b*tch left me while I was locked up, I came home, I sh*tted on that b*tch
Went silly on that b*tch, got diamonds drippin' off my wrist
If you ain't suckin' di*k, then I ain't interested b*tch
You got a deep throat, lick on and spit on my sh*t
I got a bag, n*ggas' savings, I be spendin' that sh*t
My homie turned state, now he a witness and sh*t
See on my soul, I'm out here shootin' poles
I probably catch a body before I catch a cold