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Woah stop
Im tryna creep when I get in the spot
Bitches be calling me making it hot
Stop being annoying do you want me or not
You ain't living in truth yea you living in lie
She ain't fuck wit ah nigga like me too fly
Nigga play with that fire right here he die
Got bro Vonte' right here he slide
Slide for the late night tryna chill
Can't fuck with love that's kind of real
I need a vibe that's tryna build
Brodie right here and he tryna kill
Came with the Glock that bitch silent sealed
Im putting up 50 that's just for the score
They bringing out Champagne I tell them just pour
These niggas be hating you know they some whores
On gang
You know my niggas they slide and they score
Hop inna v and close my door
Chasing the bag gotta get me some more
Living it large and I'm flying in foreign
And I'm chasing the green everyday that I wake up
Roll up gotta spark me a fat blunt
Yea I be high but l'm getting my cake up
I just might hit the shop for a shape up
Yea just for the shape up
Shorty she different she natural no makeup
Niggas keep talking go head get ya cake up
Flexing that money lil nigga u bankrupt
On gang
She said I'm her favorite
She said she can't fuck with nothing that's basic
She said lil sawn yea you hard you gon' make it
Give me the ball with the chance imma take it
Why is you loving lil shorty she faking
But I'm just like wow
Just like the weed we breaking him down
Then we gon' roll him up spark him in pounds
Not hearing what you say cuz this shit too loud
When a nigga get mad that's when shit go down
Yea I seen what you did you fuck with them clowns
So you know from now on yea you can't come around
Slatt (Slatt)



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Writer(s): Kevonte Tennant, Raysawn Walker
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