Slammer
Her nigga walk up n he talkin' courageous
Glock to his silk I b makin' some waves bus
Back shot bussin' this pussy outrageous
New bitch a brat betta watch ya behavior
N my time ain't cheap
RAF Simmons my feet
She said I'm cheating Ceilene on my body
Jus took a Perc I don't feel the anxiety
Big yop on me it came wit a hunnit rounds
Call me obese we move it pound for pound
We roll the windows n gun him down
No house of pain Glock have 'em jump aroun'
8ball buddy what 'chu want from me
Do the drug drop lowkey
Inna black Handa 03
Ain't from the hood but I'm still OG
It's the end of ya world they thinkin' I'm Aztec
Still talkin' bout beef lil nigga I'm pasted that
Put gold on my teeth my money still snap back
Usain bolt the hunnits on a fast track
Yo bitch been had her on lock
I'm chill but the semi still pop
Run from a sentence I hop in the range
Glock .43 in the paint
No 66 my nigga still rage
Grab me a glass rocks wit the Henny
Thumbin' thru racks came in wit plenty
Blow out her back my balls is now empty
She thru back I ain't give her a penny
Pockets is blue shoes is on red
You sayin' names 2 shots at ya head
Chattin online now ya battery dead
Don't worry bout me I'm chasing the bread
Glock to his silk I b makin' some waves bus
Back shot bussin' this pussy outrageous
New bitch a brat betta watch ya behavior
N my time ain't cheap
RAF Simmons my feet
She said I'm cheating Ceilene on my body
Jus took a Perc I don't feel the anxiety
Big yop on me it came wit a hunnit rounds
Call me obese we move it pound for pound
We roll the windows n gun him down
No house of pain Glock have 'em jump aroun'
8ball buddy what 'chu want from me
Do the drug drop lowkey
Inna black Handa 03
Ain't from the hood but I'm still OG
It's the end of ya world they thinkin' I'm Aztec
Still talkin' bout beef lil nigga I'm pasted that
Put gold on my teeth my money still snap back
Usain bolt the hunnits on a fast track
Yo bitch been had her on lock
I'm chill but the semi still pop
Run from a sentence I hop in the range
Glock .43 in the paint
No 66 my nigga still rage
Grab me a glass rocks wit the Henny
Thumbin' thru racks came in wit plenty
Blow out her back my balls is now empty
She thru back I ain't give her a penny
Pockets is blue shoes is on red
You sayin' names 2 shots at ya head
Chattin online now ya battery dead
Don't worry bout me I'm chasing the bread
Credits
Writer(s): Izzy Rocker
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