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cheatcodes - slump6s lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah
yeah, slatt, yeah, yeah
slatt, slatt

[chorus]
yeah, bankroll as tall as a center
everything you try to do, yeah my gang do better
i’m on a whole ‘nother level
vvs just on the wrist, that’s a whole new bezel
lil’ b*tch, this a chrome hearts sweater
i’m with d rich in the spot, make it hot like weather
yo b*tch on my hotline, cellular
tell her to, “pull up”, and she eat d*ck like popeyes special
push up in a hot rod, huh
said that it smoke, n*gga pop off, huh
thought she was thе same, when she camе over here, started playin’ with b*lls like it’s top golf
too many n*ggas tryna diss on my name, thinkin’ they lil’ sh*t finna pop off, huh
that lil’ hoe said i’m rich, hoe you not wrong
in the field, i’m the motherf*ckin’ top dog
a young n*gga been swervin’ in traffic

[verse 1]
that lil’ b*tch is so overdramatic (c’mon)
when i’m done, i’m gon’ throw her and pass it
bankroll on bankroll, gotta keep on addin’ (yeah)
new designer sh*t, throwin’ on fashion (c’mon)
n*ggas broke, that’s why we always clashin’
in that amg, doin’ the dashin’
that lil’ hoe wouldn’t f*ck with me back then
f*ck that stream, i ain’t into reactions
n*ggas know i’m way better than that sh*t
turn up the crowd on the stage, i went back, sh*t
spend a bag, and watch me make it backflip

i could see him lookin’
scored on the drank, n*gga like a hat trick
huh, we got drank, pull up, b*tch
we got bags, pull up, b*tch
i’m tryna geek up, not tryna exist
blunt like fifa, sh*t got some kick
i*i got fat wallet, b*tch
n*gga i been poppin’ my sh*t
whole lotta hoes tryna chill in the ‘vette
countin’ through blue hunnids, like i’m nem
[verse 2]
hey, hey
he think he smarter than us, you’s a backdoor
i smoke a blunt in the air, now i’m back hoe
i f*ck a ten, and turn her into a pass on
7.62 turn lil’ bro to a casserole
leave him dead in the ground, like it’s astro’
blunt like the size of my finger, no cap, hoe
put a cap on his ass, now he capped out

or get slapped on, sippin’ wock, but i’m tryn’ get my act on
fine sh*t, i’m tryn’ get in her backbone (yeah)
i’m with twin in the ‘vette, rollin’ fat cones (yeah)
spend a band on my fit, made it back in like one day
too rich, they call me a “assh0l*”
that lil’ hoe on my d*ck ’cause she f*ck with feng shui
i’m the one she tryna smash on

[chorus]
yeah, bankroll as tall as a center
everything you try to do, yeah my gang do better
i’m on a whole ‘nother level
vvs just on the wrist, that’s a whole new bezel
lil’ b*tch, this a chrome hearts sweater
i’m with d rich in the spot, make it hot like weather
yo b*tch on my hotline, cellular
tell her to, “pull up”, and she eat d*ck like popeyes special
push up in a hot rod, huh
said that it smoke, n*gga pop off, huh
thought she was the same, when she came over here, started playin’ with b*lls like it’s top golf
too many n*ggas tryna diss on my name, thinkin’ they lil’ sh*t finna pop off
that lil’ hoe said i’m rich, hoe you not wrong (c’mon)
in the field, i’m the motherf*ckin’ top dog
a young n*gga been swervin’ in traffic
[outro]
swervin’ in traffic
skrrt, skrrt

- slump6s lyrics

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