Von1y - who i am Lyrics

These bitches must forgot just who I am
I should tax her just to fuck like uncle sam
Closed mouths don't get fed
And closed mouths can't give head
And if she don't give no head
She get kicked out instead
And im a beast nigga
I go hard
Nigga talk down I let bullets eat his heart
Im a hotboy but it's ice inside my heart
I shook these chains off now Im glowing in the dark
I was broke down now Im picking up the parts
Now look at me how Im topping on them charts
Look at this coupe and how Its push button start
I stomped the gas I got this v8 roaring
I kicked the groupie out the tellie if she boring
Im like on my tenth shot i'm soaring
But you can still pass me the bottle and Im pouring
And im the type of nigga thats gone leave you snoring
I listened to your tape and I treat it like its spam
I let your hoe see my account she was like damn
She gone let me butter on them buns like it's pam
V-O-N-1-Y in vlone thats just who I am
These bitches must forgot just who I am
I should tax her just to fuck like uncle sam
Closed mouths don't get fed
And closed mouths can't give head
And if she don't give no head
She get kicked out instead
And im a beast nigga
I go hard
Nigga talk down I let bullets eat his heart
Im a hotboy but it's ice inside my heart
I shook these chains off now Im glowing in the dark
I can't sell drugs nigga that’s just who I am
Cause I know Ill get to shooting if I get caught up in a jam
Thats why you don't hear me out here capping about some grams
And Ill be god dammed if they lock me in the slam
I can't go out that way that's just not just who I am
But let me tell y'all who I am Im a rich nigga in the making
I can rock like anything they watch my style and take it
Im cold with these fist don't let this lightskin mistake it
Im just a beginner start in last place
I done passed them up now Im a winner
Did all that gassing up and I ran by him like a sprinter
I did it perfect check the bottom of my feet It ain't no splinter
So when it come to making dough
Just know that Im a bread winner
These bitches must forgot just who I am
I should tax her just to fuck like uncle sam
Closed mouths don't get fed
And closed mouths can't give head
And if she don't give no head
She get kicked out instead
And im a beast nigga
I go hard
Nigga talk down I let bullets eat his heart
Im a hotboy but it's ice inside my heart
I shook these chains off now Im glowing in the dark

These bitches must forgot just who I am
I should tax her just to fuck like uncle sam
Closed mouths don't get fed
And closed mouths can't give head
And if she don't give no head
She get kicked out instead
And im a beast nigga
I go hard
Nigga talk down I let bullets eat his heart
Im a hotboy but it's ice inside my heart
I shook these chains off now Im glowing in the dark
I was broke down now Im picking up the parts
Now look at me how Im topping on them charts
Look at this coupe and how Its push button start
I stomped the gas I got this v8 roaring
I kicked the groupie out the tellie if she boring
Im like on my tenth shot i'm soaring
But you can still pass me the bottle and Im pouring
And im the type of nigga thats gone leave you snoring
I listened to your tape and I treat it like its spam
I let your hoe see my account she was like damn
She gone let me butter on them buns like it's pam
V-O-N-1-Y in vlone thats just who I am
These bitches must forgot just who I am
I should tax her just to fuck like uncle sam
Closed mouths don't get fed
And closed mouths can't give head
And if she don't give no head
She get kicked out instead
And im a beast nigga
I go hard
Nigga talk down I let bullets eat his heart
Im a hotboy but it's ice inside my heart
I shook these chains off now Im glowing in the dark
I can't sell drugs nigga that’s just who I am
Cause I know Ill get to shooting if I get caught up in a jam
Thats why you don't hear me out here capping about some grams
And Ill be god dammed if they lock me in the slam
I can't go out that way that's just not just who I am
But let me tell y'all who I am Im a rich nigga in the making
I can rock like anything they watch my style and take it
Im cold with these fist don't let this lightskin mistake it
Im just a beginner start in last place
I done passed them up now Im a winner
Did all that gassing up and I ran by him like a sprinter
I did it perfect check the bottom of my feet It ain't no splinter
So when it come to making dough
Just know that Im a bread winner
These bitches must forgot just who I am
I should tax her just to fuck like uncle sam
Closed mouths don't get fed
And closed mouths can't give head
And if she don't give no head
She get kicked out instead
And im a beast nigga
I go hard
Nigga talk down I let bullets eat his heart
Im a hotboy but it's ice inside my heart
I shook these chains off now Im glowing in the dark