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what's next? (original) - slump6s lyrics

[intro]
ayy, yeah
(swi*swishrr beats)
ayy

[verse 1]
whole lotta racks, seen this b*tch get fest
five hunnid dollar, chrome heart on my neck
tell him, “speak up”, i ain’t hear what he said
i’m with my slime and he tote twin tec’s
n*gga want war, said “okay, bet”
yeah, slidin’, i’m comin’ correct
i just been thuggin’, this bih’ want s*x
huh, fifty on rocks, what’s next? (huh)
oh, you want ruth chris? huh
fifty on wrist, that’s cool kid (yeah), huh
n*gga just like nike “let do this”, huh
play with them racks, you stupid, huh
fell in love with my drip, no cupid, huh
gang still smoke out the qp
true jeans, right on my ass, how true this? (huh)
cops on my ass, don’t lose me

[verse 2]
huh
i’m with my demons
n*gga that’s 666
n*gga yo whole crew b*tch
walk in neimans, spent ya whole check on drip
last n*gga pushеd, got spinned
i’ma playmaker
twin gon’ setup thе pick, make sure i get the assist
he a full hater
n*gga might fly to new york, ballin’ so hard like a knick
huh, roll a spliff, i need the fronto
when them racks came, i need it pr*nto
she give the best brain, straight to her tonsil
my “m” for m’s, y’all “m” for mcdonalds (huh)
hey, pull up and gon’ shoot in a formal
backdoor, left that sh*t paranormal
cutthroat, i’m in this bih’ with a sword
he want gun smoke, we put that boy on the board
pack him, he got no face anymore
known to send b*tch n*ggas up to the lord
pack him, now that boy facin’ the floor
.45’s, goin’ through honda accords
put the perc’ in my drank, ’cause it feel right
put the glock to his pack, he got k!ll time
treat the b*tch like a dog, but she still mine
fake ass drip, but we sippin’ on real line
[?]
2.23s, this sh*t sound like a drum line (huh)
that b*tch in love with my punchline (ugh)
i’m tryna shoot when it’s crunch time (boop, boop, boop)
[verse 3]
this a canon event for that b*tch, she ain’t f*ck with n0body like 6
b*b*been tryna look for the opps, but they hidin’ like sh*t
pop a perc’, outta body like sh*t
[?]
i couldn’t f*ck with that hoe, ’cause she sloppy like sh*t, but she top me so sloppy like sh*t
i drive the new foreign car out the parking lot, b*tch, i’m just tryna see how high it can get (huh)
i got some f*ck n*ggas mad, ’cause i been in my bag and i’m poppin’ my sh*t
fifty ball on his head, i do my shmoney dance, i walk around like i’m bobby and sh*t
said they don’t f*ck with me, really they be some fans, play my song got them head bobbin’ and sh*t

[outro]
b*tch
ha, ha, b*tch (skrr)
fah, fah
let’s get it, let’s get it, let’s go (skrr)
let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go

- slump6s lyrics

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