sidelines - slump6s lyrics
[verse 1]
we put the stick to your dome
that n*gga boy runnin’ home
that b*tch, she off the patrón
she can’t feel her face anymore
his guys can’t move with us, though
that b*tch tryna take off her clothes
lil’ b*tch i need a hunnid or more
but i’m rich, so i’m in the back of the coupe with a bad hoe, she getting naked
b*tch, i’m a goat, you can’t even debate it
you shopping old while i’m shopping in latest
want me to wife you, we ain’t even dating
not talking haircut, we getting faded
my n*ggas run in and we got to evade it
don’t really care about thesе f*ck n*ggas hating
’cause i’m getting numbers just likе an equation
[chorus]
b*tch, i be getting the money, the chicken, like popeyes
f*ck n*gga talking on gang, then he might die
pull up with the stick, make him watch like a sci*fi
f*ckin’ his b*tch and i gave her a high*five
he wanted beef, gave it to him like five guys
my n*ggas pullin’ up deep with like five guys
this hoe be saying “dakota a fly guy”
i’m in the game, i ain’t watching from sidelines
[verse 2]
that hoe, she giving it up
she said she want me to pay for her b*tt
stay with my dogs, man, i stay with a mutt
surgeon, the bullet go right through his gut
b*tch, i’m a king, i ain’t talking ’bout tut
diamonds expensive, you can’t even touch
that b*tch is eating the d*ck up for lunch
b*tch, i’m the captain, ain’t talking ’bout crunch
i’m in the hood where you can’t even go
she wanna f*ck, well we keepin’ it low
face in the ground, think you need to reload
feeling like faygo, we knock at your door
i’m going up you can tell by the l!ck
my choppa hot, you can tell by the heat
i’m getting bread you can tell by the feet
b*tch, i’m dakota, can tell by the beep
b*tch, [?] adam and eve
after i hit it, i tell her to leave
man, it’s so hot that i can’t even see
i’m doing sh*t that you do in your dreams
big 1500, i stay with my team
me [?], there ain’t no in between
i’m going up, it ain’t hard to believe
i’m shooting sh*t far away like a [?]
they telling me that i made it
n*gga, the only thing made is your mother
these n*ggas keep tryna ratio
i’m mixing inside of a hummer
they telling me i’m a two time rapper
the rollie on me really tick*tock
feel like tana, i hop in the srt
ain’t b*tch, i ain’t taking a pitstop
[chorus]
b*tch, i be getting the money, the chicken, like popeyes
f*ck n*gga talking on gang, then he might die
pull up with the stick, make him watch like a sci*fi
f*ckin’ his b*tch and i gave her a high*five
he wanted beef, gave it to him like five guys
my n*ggas pullin’ up deep with like five guys
this hoe be saying “dakota a fly guy”
i’m in the game, i ain’t watching from sidelines
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