Slam Cam

(Fuck the fire, we got grease)

(It's a Wayne B)

Phew, bitch

No, Ghetto Boy, you know all that shit, ****

Hey, fuck a bitch while recordin', it's the slam cam

Put a wrestling move on her, ride Van Dam

I bought my ratchet bitch at ninety-eight grand, damn

The same day we went and slid in the can, am

With four micro Dracs

I pour the four-quay and gave the pop the tape

If I pop a Xax, I'm gettin' shot today

I caught him lackin' off the lean, made he rock away

And I can speak on that 'cause the topic's safe

Drawin' with a K like a pencil, get the block erased

They done stole the whole style, ****, copy paste

This mornin' somethin' happened, it's a Wocki day

Let's make a new style, change the format

Reset, fuck that gold plaque, it's a doormat

This **** bought a six of quay and tried to bring a Ford back

Robbed his ass for everything and closed the door back

I got the pape and the drink too

Two in case, heatin' from the side, call it K2

Mike, I'll pop a **** for you, boy, that ain't you

A **** say he ride me, boy, that ain't true

Pops up, hop back in the track, then I shake loose

Dropped a hunnid shots of cheap shit, call it Grey Goose

I signed myself to Distro Kid, it was a great move

The pack is 'bout to touch down, a thousand fake blues

Yeah, she got her titties done and they shake too

It's crazy, I can cook some dope, but I can't make food

One-thirty ain't gon' get me there, I gotta take two

I'm finna build me up the water, they can't break through

We the winnin' team, boy, that's great news

Me and Reverse anything, yeah, let's play twos

And girl, he tryna fuck on Freeze 'cause Lil Tay rude

Pitiful, a thousand dollar fit, but rockin' fake shoes

How the fuck you got on some fake shoes with a thousand dollar outfit, man?

You must be one of them one ****, huh? Alright, Mike

**** like you take fake blues

My young **** make ABC tw-, alright

They make ABC 12, alright

They make ABC 12, alright

They make ABC 12, job harder 'cause they make the news

I been rappin' six years, they ain't let me in the door

How you bring a friend with you when her motherfuckin' pussy stink too?

Y'all some nymphos, y'all some big hoes

I done got high and took my Rollie off, where my wrist go?

My bitch think I'm cheatin', I'm just gettin' high with Chris though

On the Southside tryna get a couple zips gone

The bitch suck my dick 'til her lips gone

That hit him up close, dropped the neck on him

That's five shots

You better ask about my ****, we don't die a lot

I done probably spent eight hundred buyin' pops

And bought a pint of Wock' every day, I just can't stop

I got real dog shit, I can make Wock'

He gotta keep his shiesty on 'cause his face hot

I told my white boy I need a drink, he bought a Quay box

Too many motherfuckers just pulled up, I'm finna shake spot

Let's see who's standin' when the smoke clearin', okay, stop