Slow Motion
Slow motion
Through all the commotion
I'm in the ocean
Shawty super-soaking
I be boasting
Ferrari coupe coasting
Ya we do the most and
We be goin' ghost and
Slow motion
Through all the commotion
I'm in the ocean
Shawty super-soaking
I be boasting
Ferrari coupe coasting
Ya we do the most and
We be goin' ghost and
Five-one-two
Ya I'm paying all my dues
Got to xany in me lemonade
A band up in my truce
Got the pack up in my shoes
Always popping thirty blues
All them pills that I chew
I'm posted with the crew
Ya I'm posted with the crew
Sipping' dirty mud
Smoking on that glue
Posted with the crew
No we cannot leave a clue
Going ghost on yo mans
No we cannot leave a clue
Thumbing through a band
And I spent one too
Dope in rotation My bitch is an Asian
Might be a Hattian
The bands are what I'm chasing
SRT I'm racing
Cops I am evading
Pouring up this Texas
Got me feeling reckless
Big rocks in my necklace
Nice clothes that I'm flexing
Different drugs like Chex-Mix
Flow so sick like Tetanus
Pouring up this potion
Diving in the pussy
It is wet just like an ocean
Yo bars weak like a pressed xan
Whip that shit up with my left hand
Shawty wanna marry me
Hell nah, bitch I'm a be the best man
Fucking on her best friend
She sending pics like Dez Hands
Now she wanna have kids
I stole yo bitch by texting
She send delete the message
She flexing like its Texas
Stole yo necklace
Leave you neck-less
I'm a put it in like Tetris
Vicodin
Feel like Spider-Man
In a fighter stance
Talking shit
I might cut yo friends
In a fucking half
Ya you hit me up
For the pack, yuh
I'm a run off with yo front
Cuz you lack, yuh
Big guap
Ya, Ion' mean to stunt, huh
I'm a big Dogg
And you just a punk, huh
Ya, I'm a big Dogg
I make tracks and they hip hop
Ya my hits hot
And my bitch hot
And yo bitch not
Got the Glicc hot
Shooting with the big big Glock
I shoot them in the head
And his bitch-socks
Call yo bitch Cam Newton
Cuz she really sending pics off
I'm a keep on shooting
'Till the motherfuckin Glicc hot
'Till its red hot
I'm a shoot his fucking dreadlocks
Bad lil bitch
Hit it 'till the fucking bed rock
Shawty tryna dig me
Like I'm Minecraft and I'm bed rock
Hit it so hard
That I think her fucking legs lock
Hop out of the Track hawk
Turn him to a track star
I feel like Bin-Laden
Cuz we got to lotta AR's
Sipping on that Wockhardt
Ya we got Purple Hearts
I be sipping Tech
You be sipping 'Tussin
I'm going back in
And she throw that ass back
'Till I'm busing
Poppin' all these Xanax
I can't feel nothing
Through all the commotion
I'm in the ocean
Shawty super-soaking
I be boasting
Ferrari coupe coasting
Ya we do the most and
We be goin' ghost and
Slow motion
Through all the commotion
I'm in the ocean
Shawty super-soaking
I be boasting
Ferrari coupe coasting
Ya we do the most and
We be goin' ghost and
Five-one-two
Ya I'm paying all my dues
Got to xany in me lemonade
A band up in my truce
Got the pack up in my shoes
Always popping thirty blues
All them pills that I chew
I'm posted with the crew
Ya I'm posted with the crew
Sipping' dirty mud
Smoking on that glue
Posted with the crew
No we cannot leave a clue
Going ghost on yo mans
No we cannot leave a clue
Thumbing through a band
And I spent one too
Dope in rotation My bitch is an Asian
Might be a Hattian
The bands are what I'm chasing
SRT I'm racing
Cops I am evading
Pouring up this Texas
Got me feeling reckless
Big rocks in my necklace
Nice clothes that I'm flexing
Different drugs like Chex-Mix
Flow so sick like Tetanus
Pouring up this potion
Diving in the pussy
It is wet just like an ocean
Yo bars weak like a pressed xan
Whip that shit up with my left hand
Shawty wanna marry me
Hell nah, bitch I'm a be the best man
Fucking on her best friend
She sending pics like Dez Hands
Now she wanna have kids
I stole yo bitch by texting
She send delete the message
She flexing like its Texas
Stole yo necklace
Leave you neck-less
I'm a put it in like Tetris
Vicodin
Feel like Spider-Man
In a fighter stance
Talking shit
I might cut yo friends
In a fucking half
Ya you hit me up
For the pack, yuh
I'm a run off with yo front
Cuz you lack, yuh
Big guap
Ya, Ion' mean to stunt, huh
I'm a big Dogg
And you just a punk, huh
Ya, I'm a big Dogg
I make tracks and they hip hop
Ya my hits hot
And my bitch hot
And yo bitch not
Got the Glicc hot
Shooting with the big big Glock
I shoot them in the head
And his bitch-socks
Call yo bitch Cam Newton
Cuz she really sending pics off
I'm a keep on shooting
'Till the motherfuckin Glicc hot
'Till its red hot
I'm a shoot his fucking dreadlocks
Bad lil bitch
Hit it 'till the fucking bed rock
Shawty tryna dig me
Like I'm Minecraft and I'm bed rock
Hit it so hard
That I think her fucking legs lock
Hop out of the Track hawk
Turn him to a track star
I feel like Bin-Laden
Cuz we got to lotta AR's
Sipping on that Wockhardt
Ya we got Purple Hearts
I be sipping Tech
You be sipping 'Tussin
I'm going back in
And she throw that ass back
'Till I'm busing
Poppin' all these Xanax
I can't feel nothing
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Writer(s): Spencer P
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