SO SLOW
Yeah, this drank it got me movin so slow
Lately I been movin all alone
She say she dont wanna go home
She say she just wanna drink more
Rollin off a bean, I cant stand up
Why you hatin on me, get your bands up
She gon throw it back but she no danca
She get paranoid when I dont answer
Woahwoah
In the city movin like Im tony
And all these people talkin like they know me
24 shooters, lettin shots off like kobe
Drank filled with percys got me goin slowly
3 shots to his body, thats a soul gone
Streets so cold, watch ur back when you alone
We got the burner in, my boy in the celly with a phone
My shooters come to collect, we put that money to ur dome
This drank it got me movin so slow
Lately I been movin all alone
She say she dont wanna go home
She say she just wanna drink more
Rollin off a bean, I cant stand up
Why you hatin on me, get your bands up
She gon throw it back but she no danca
She get paranoid when I dont answer
Woahwoah
In the city movin like im tony
And all these people talkin like they know me
24 shooters, lettin shots off like Kobe
Drank filled with percys got me goin slowly
Talking to my brother we done made it thru the pain
And nowadays im walkin aroun i hardly feel a thing
She a bad bitch but where we from we call em tings
Pourin up this drank, while this telsa switchin lanes
Been up 3 days, smokin doja
Rollin off a xanny she sayin whats the hold up
Backwoods on the dresser just might have to roll up
Might just have to roll up
These demons always callin for my soul
Lately I been movin all alone
She say she dont wanna go home
She say she just wanna drink more
Rollin off a bean, I cant stand up
Why you hatin on me, get your bands up
She gon throw it back but she no danca
She get paranoid when I dont answer
Woahwoah
In the city movin like Im tony
And all these people talkin like they know me
24 shooters, lettin shots off like kobe
Drank filled with percys got me goin slowly
3 shots to his body, thats a soul gone
Streets so cold, watch ur back when you alone
We got the burner in, my boy in the celly with a phone
My shooters come to collect, we put that money to ur dome
This drank it got me movin so slow
Lately I been movin all alone
She say she dont wanna go home
She say she just wanna drink more
Rollin off a bean, I cant stand up
Why you hatin on me, get your bands up
She gon throw it back but she no danca
She get paranoid when I dont answer
Woahwoah
In the city movin like im tony
And all these people talkin like they know me
24 shooters, lettin shots off like Kobe
Drank filled with percys got me goin slowly
Talking to my brother we done made it thru the pain
And nowadays im walkin aroun i hardly feel a thing
She a bad bitch but where we from we call em tings
Pourin up this drank, while this telsa switchin lanes
Been up 3 days, smokin doja
Rollin off a xanny she sayin whats the hold up
Backwoods on the dresser just might have to roll up
Might just have to roll up
These demons always callin for my soul
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Writer(s): Arjun Gill
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