Slater Gang Anthem
It's me and SMG we look like Walter White and Jesse Pink
Half a million dollars underneath the kitchen sink
I never been the type to fake it just to kick it with some suckas
Think a lotta niggas bustas talking numbers on the phone
Man I know these niggas bugging
Feds probably trying to touch us
Eating good Pollos Hermanos had the bails inside the buckets
Hit Gustavo for another pack
Ran them dollars up Jackie Joyner Kearsey with them racks
Bitch it's half time
We come out we dunking on these niggas
Bitch it's flash time
Wally West I struck out on a mission
I was in the kitchen cooking up a brand new batch of chickens
Audio I got the dope it's extra good it's finger licking
Don't I look like I been dropping bombs
Young Harold Potter phoenix fire that extendo wand
Blowing new exotic call up cuz tell em bring the bong
Slater Gang Anthem join hands nigga sing along
It's the Slater Gang Anthem what the fuck these niggas talking bout
I'm bagging 28 grams catch us highed up at the Waffle House
Said it's the Slater Gang Anthem ain't no Kumbaya shit
I'm trying to make a million dollars living off that rhyme shit
Back in business on the fuck niggas score like Michael Redd
I'm in my prime with these rhymes Buckeyes for that bread
Had me highly underrated wake they ass up out the bed
These niggas thought I couldn't make it tried to leave my ass for dead
But bitch I'm balling out
I can't even see you calling now
I pray for my uncle Greg
I never did it for the fame and that's a fact I hold my own
Most these rapper niggas lame they always acting like some hoes
It's not a diss unless the shoe fit bitch be proud and wear it
If you feel some type of way then speak ya mind just let me hear it
But I promise I would never give a fuck
I think all ya rhymes is trash
I think all you niggas suck
And you can bet ya bottom dollar
I'm a always give you proper shit
To pop out in the Honda hit the block and get to rocking with
Slater Gang captain yeah my name is still synonymous
With villains fuck ya feelings ain't a damn thing stopping this
It's the Slater Gang Anthem what the fuck these niggas talking bout
I'm bagging 28 grams catch us highed up at the Waffle House
Said it's the Slater Gang Anthem ain't no Kumbaya shit
I'm trying to make a million dollars living off that rhyme shit
Half a million dollars underneath the kitchen sink
I never been the type to fake it just to kick it with some suckas
Think a lotta niggas bustas talking numbers on the phone
Man I know these niggas bugging
Feds probably trying to touch us
Eating good Pollos Hermanos had the bails inside the buckets
Hit Gustavo for another pack
Ran them dollars up Jackie Joyner Kearsey with them racks
Bitch it's half time
We come out we dunking on these niggas
Bitch it's flash time
Wally West I struck out on a mission
I was in the kitchen cooking up a brand new batch of chickens
Audio I got the dope it's extra good it's finger licking
Don't I look like I been dropping bombs
Young Harold Potter phoenix fire that extendo wand
Blowing new exotic call up cuz tell em bring the bong
Slater Gang Anthem join hands nigga sing along
It's the Slater Gang Anthem what the fuck these niggas talking bout
I'm bagging 28 grams catch us highed up at the Waffle House
Said it's the Slater Gang Anthem ain't no Kumbaya shit
I'm trying to make a million dollars living off that rhyme shit
Back in business on the fuck niggas score like Michael Redd
I'm in my prime with these rhymes Buckeyes for that bread
Had me highly underrated wake they ass up out the bed
These niggas thought I couldn't make it tried to leave my ass for dead
But bitch I'm balling out
I can't even see you calling now
I pray for my uncle Greg
I never did it for the fame and that's a fact I hold my own
Most these rapper niggas lame they always acting like some hoes
It's not a diss unless the shoe fit bitch be proud and wear it
If you feel some type of way then speak ya mind just let me hear it
But I promise I would never give a fuck
I think all ya rhymes is trash
I think all you niggas suck
And you can bet ya bottom dollar
I'm a always give you proper shit
To pop out in the Honda hit the block and get to rocking with
Slater Gang captain yeah my name is still synonymous
With villains fuck ya feelings ain't a damn thing stopping this
It's the Slater Gang Anthem what the fuck these niggas talking bout
I'm bagging 28 grams catch us highed up at the Waffle House
Said it's the Slater Gang Anthem ain't no Kumbaya shit
I'm trying to make a million dollars living off that rhyme shit
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Writer(s): Samtavius Lane
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