h00dbyair - slump6s lyrics
[intro]
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha (ayy, top dog sh*t, you already know what the f*ck goin’ on)
skrr, skrr (you know what the f*ck goin’)
(bop, bop)
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha (n*gga know what the*), ha, ha
ha, ha, ha, ha (come on), ha, ha, ha
huh (b*tch)
[chorus]
i’m the type, leave this sh*t on the floor
you the type, leave this sh*t in the air
no lil yachty, call me a lil’ boat
in the spot, [?]
fine sh*t, b*tch, get the f*ck over here
[?], we gon’ dump and finesse
[?], how i’m duckin’ from 12
broke ass n*gga, name don’t ring a bell
tryna caught me off, so i’m bringin’ them h*ll
taco, b*tch n*gga, eatin’ the sh*ll
[?], ’til i need a [?]
two glocks on him, now he pleadin’ for help
huh, new diamond rocks, i be feelin’ myself
top floor, exotic, i need that whole shelf
balenciaga, b*tch, i need a belt
new swag on me, oh nah, this ain’t for sell
[verse 1]
huh, i know them f*ck n*ggas dissin’
huh, i’m in this b*tch like a piston
huh, ballin’, i ain’t assistin’
huh, ball hog, b*tch i ain’t passin’
gave me time, now i’m back on they asses
[?]
uh huh, f*ck yo twitch, f*ck yo stream, and reactions
uh huh, [?]
uh huh, claim he got setup, f*ck n*gga cappin’
uh huh, n*gga pulled up to the stu’, got to backin’
uh huh, tweaked out, [?]
uh huh, b*tch, they call me this off of fashion
when i walk to that bank, i be laughin’ (ha)
[?]
i’ma f*ck up a check up in saks fifth
no amazon, hosted on the whole package (gang)
[chorus]
i’m the type, leave this sh*t on the floor
you the type, leave this sh*t in the air
no lil yachty, call me a lil’ boat
in the spot, [?]
fine sh*t, b*tch, get the f*ck over here
[?], we gon’ dump and finesse (oh yeah)
[?], how i’m duckin’ from 12
broke ass n*gga, name don’t ring a bell
t*tryna caught me off, so i’m bringin’ them h*ll
ta*taco, b*tch n*gga, eatin’ the sh*ll
[?], ’til i need a [?]
two glocks on him, now he pleadin’ for help
huh, new diamond rocks, i be feelin’ myself
top floor, exotic, i need that whole shelf
balenciaga, b*tch, i need a belt
new swag on me, oh nah, this ain’t for sell
[verse 2]
b*tch, i ain’t done with this sh*t, h*ll nah
i put my thumb in this b*tch, [?]
i rock [?], on my fit, [?]
i don’t got trust you for sh*t, can’t not
i keep a dog on my leash, ha, huh
b*tch eat d*ck, like, “bon appetit”
[?], rap on a whole ‘nother beat
stone cold, and i’m drunk as f*ck, pass me the spliff
no bap, [?]
carry za’ with two mans, now we maskin’ the heat
pour a four in my soda, i’m matchin’ the key
new v8, in my engine, i’m fast in this b*tch
when she stay in la, and we passin’ them ho’
rockin’ vetements, but yo ass in my clothes
put a red dot on his nose, like he rudolph
i spend a bag on these hoes at a new [?]
trippin’, i might overdose
keep a cooler, just in case they gettin’ close
bk rula, i’m tryna get inside though
he get fueled up, then he end up on the floor
[?]
keep a tool tucked, i got some opps i don’t know
been out here for years, and they still stealin’ my flow
my new ho’ try me, she [?] though (no bap), huh
[outro]
ha, ha (gang come on)
(top dog sh*t, they already know what the f*ck goin’ on)
(f*ck these n*gga talkin’ ’bout, man?)
(come on)
ha, ha (let do it)
you n*ggas f*ckin’ suck
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