Slippin'

Bro you fuckin' trippin
We caught cho' ass slippin
You is not pistol grippin
Yo ass was just dippin
You know we don't give a fuck, we keep that shit tucked
Pull up on you like a chicken, we will just make you cluck

Freestyling on all these beats, switching up my fuckin' sheets
Going after yo mamma, she will be my new meet
Once she see's my fuckin' team
She will see all the diamonds
She will see that they're shining
She will wanna be your sidemen

You see that my diamonds bright, I will put up a fight (on God)
If I see a fuckin' dyke, it will be on sight (baow)
You know I got bars for days, you know nothing yo ass lame
You is a little ass stain, so you'll work and not get paid
Just let me know where you stay (on God)
So I can pull up with the gang (blah)
We in the hall of fame, yo ass is fuckin' gay
I promise that that is not a diss
I just wanna be swiss, but I'm not cheesy
You know that my names Chris Breezy (just smacked a hoe)

Bro you fuckin' trippin
We caught cho' ass slippin
You is not pistol grippin
Yo ass was just dippin
You know we don't give a fuck, we keep that shit tucked
Pull up on you like a chicken, we will just make you cluck

Damn, where did you go?
It looks like snow
It disappeared, up my nose (oh God)
Uh Oh!
Uh Oh!
Uh Oh!
Swear to god i'm sweating, this room is so fucking warm
You know that we goin to war

Shit will go (brrrah, brrrah)
You know that I'm not scared of no
Rat, Rat, Rat
See us that shit will go ra-ta-ta-ta-ta
Boy yo ass a goofy, you look just like stewie
Throw em' in the pot, and cook em' like some stewy
God, Im so versatile, i'm so sorry if this music shit, takes awhile
I'm just tryna get in my own fuckin' style



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Writer(s): Zachary Thomas Lund
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