K-POP

Fuck what I said imma squeeze out them beans
Til the diamond ring dig in my skin yeah
Bunny ass chick she got booty
When she bounce it on me I don't last a minute
I use to do this shit high then I stopped
Then I started to count up these knots yeah
Baby its Slicka got cash for a college tuition but I bought a watch

I bust out the corner with the loader in it
I got her a thong with my logo on it
Slicka don't sing like no Motown
I brought the gat to the hoe down
I brought the gat to the hoe down

Bought my girl a 9 mil and some pink mase
Now she driving my coup playing black pink
I riddled my way to a fat M
Put an ice chain on my pit bull

Uh she know how to ride it
When I had no loot I still had a model
Stick in the stick and I put it in throttle
Pull out the six shooter right at the rival

Fuck what they say Slicka still staying masked up
Bought up all of them bullets they off the shelf
I roll up the window it's Delta
Clip walrus tusk right on the blow back
Thought you know that

I Pull up to the light with some dynamite yeah
808 Blowing out Thot Shit
50 G's if you want me on pop shit
Chain still bigger than K-Pop

I'm gone bust in his head with these diamond rings
Fuck that I pull out the chrome with the silent piece
Pull out the pit and it sick balls
See me ride off with a dime
Aye see my ride off with a dime piece

Smack on that butt
Diamonds they bump
Bass hit the diamonds they jump
800 Racks at the beach house
900 Racks on a boat
Yeah Slicka don't fuck with no dope

Fuck it look like Slicka dropping a slow jam
They can be jealous but I ain't jealous of them
Switch up my pinky rings Monday to Sunday woh
I use to do ice now I rock big ice
I never do that again

Got my initials sewed into a do things rag
I'm the hottest rapper during armageddon
And my waist is eleven
Boy you hang out at the Seven Eleven yeah
Why you want beef when your pockets no lettuce
One shot could blow up the gas pump yeah
Right where you do all those dance moves
Yeah yeah right where you do all those dance moves
Mutha fucka

I Pull up to the light with some dynamite yeah
808 Blowing out Thot Shit
50 G's if you want me on pop shit

Slicka Man