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Okay Everybody put they Glocks in the air for me Put your shit up You got a stick on your shit, you got a 50 on your shit, put your shit in the air for me Ay Ay-ay-ay (uh) Grrt (uh) Last opp we caught was at the store, we had to straighten (skrrt) Lil' bro hopped out trippin' with that switchy, he done faced him (grrt) Face shot, face shot, frrt-frrt, they couldn't save him We the ones gettin' busy up in the city, that's on my baby (that's on my son) They block like a drive-thru, ask the opps how much we slide through Ain't beefin' with you, they family, they get caught, then you gon' die too (dumbass) Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, stop the whip Let me out, this chopstick gon' leave him open like a zip (zzz) Zip him up, tell buddy 'nem ass to come and pick him up (pick him up) Niggas fakin', acting like they thug life 'til we hit 'em up Lot of niggas don't like me, for what? I ain't even did shit (I ain't even did nothin') Make his bitch take dick to the head, I ain't even hit yet How you mad she choosing me? I like what she do to me She say she feel safer over here, this where the shooters be She say ain't no pape' up over there, shit, she barely eatin' (starvin') Can barely feed hisself, she told me help, this nigga barely feed me We don't do the social tweet, these niggas too internet Goin' live, tryna talk 'bout who got shot, we don't get into that Can you leave it up in the streets for me? I ain't tryna go to jail Keep mention my name in all of your posts, it ain't hard to tell (what the fuck?) If you get smoked, they gon' come lookin' for me, nigga, you dumb as hell This bitch think I love her, ooh-wee, she must be drunk as hell I can't love no slut bitch, I love how they suck dick (I love how they eat dick) Once I get my nut off, bitch, I'm skatin' like some TRUKFIT You know what the fuck goin' on, nigga (Grrt) It's Sleaze, fuckboy
Writer(s): Robert Mccoy, Joseph Issac Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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