Slingshot
Hey
Yeah
I done lost the pack now I bounce back
Just like a slingshot
Fumble with the pack he ain't bring it back
So I gotta bring shot
I done lost the pack now I bounce back
Just like a slingshot
Fumble with the pack he ain't bring it back
So I gotta bring shot
I done dripped up now she wanna fuck
Baby this ain't Cartier
Diamond in the rough gold on my stuff
Say she wanna party yeah
Nigga play tough hit him with the puck
Bitch this ain't hockey yeah
Hit him with the stick slip a nigga disc
I ain't talking jockey yeah
Oh woah
I pushed away like baskets
Leave these niggas flabbergasted
Really been to Calabasas
Strippers see me shake they asses
Skipping hoes ain't talking classes
Get the pole turn him to ashes
Pass the dope I'm finna ash it
Bitch I'm feeling fantastic
I pull up then my mans blasting
Know these measures get drastic
Pull up hit that nigga in his stomach
Gon' and shit bag him
Ain't no sense in hopping off that porch
If you ain't tote that torch
Geeking off a percocet and still see you niggas dorks
Working to be who I am destined to be
Still come to the stu but I'm stuck in the streets
You bout it but boy you be ducking the beef
Shootout in the day bitch it's nothing to me
They hate on nigga they know imma shine
Move weight on a nigga you know it's a grind
Fugazi lil nigga I see that you lying
Three-eighty lil nigga I came with the nine
Leanin' I just keep on pouring up
I got the color purple
We don't do no beefin' on the net
We just yank up and hurt you
Mama always told me have some patience
Cause that shit a virtue
Aye keep 'em close or they'll murk you
Gotta keep a small circle
I beat him til he turn blurple
Get pistol whipped
I can't slide unless that shit for certain
We with the shit
And if it's there then we gon' blow his burtains
With fifty clips
I got them bullets leave your doors hurting
I plead the fifth
I done lost the pack now I bounce back
Just like a slingshot
Fumble with the pack he ain't bring it back
So I gotta bring shot
I done lost the pack now I bounce back
Just like a slingshot
Fumble with the pack he ain't bring it back
So I gotta bring shot
I done dripped up now she wanna fuck
Baby this ain't Cartier
Diamond in the rough gold on my stuff
Say she wanna party yeah
Nigga playing tough hit him with the puck
Bitch this ain't hockey yeah
Hit him with the stick slip a nigga disc
I ain't talking jockey yeah
Slip a nigga disc I ain't talking jockey yeah
Hit him with the puck I ain't talking hockey yeah
Yeah aye yeah
Oh woahh
Ohh
Oh woahhh yeah
Yeah
I done lost the pack now I bounce back
Just like a slingshot
Fumble with the pack he ain't bring it back
So I gotta bring shot
I done lost the pack now I bounce back
Just like a slingshot
Fumble with the pack he ain't bring it back
So I gotta bring shot
I done dripped up now she wanna fuck
Baby this ain't Cartier
Diamond in the rough gold on my stuff
Say she wanna party yeah
Nigga play tough hit him with the puck
Bitch this ain't hockey yeah
Hit him with the stick slip a nigga disc
I ain't talking jockey yeah
Oh woah
I pushed away like baskets
Leave these niggas flabbergasted
Really been to Calabasas
Strippers see me shake they asses
Skipping hoes ain't talking classes
Get the pole turn him to ashes
Pass the dope I'm finna ash it
Bitch I'm feeling fantastic
I pull up then my mans blasting
Know these measures get drastic
Pull up hit that nigga in his stomach
Gon' and shit bag him
Ain't no sense in hopping off that porch
If you ain't tote that torch
Geeking off a percocet and still see you niggas dorks
Working to be who I am destined to be
Still come to the stu but I'm stuck in the streets
You bout it but boy you be ducking the beef
Shootout in the day bitch it's nothing to me
They hate on nigga they know imma shine
Move weight on a nigga you know it's a grind
Fugazi lil nigga I see that you lying
Three-eighty lil nigga I came with the nine
Leanin' I just keep on pouring up
I got the color purple
We don't do no beefin' on the net
We just yank up and hurt you
Mama always told me have some patience
Cause that shit a virtue
Aye keep 'em close or they'll murk you
Gotta keep a small circle
I beat him til he turn blurple
Get pistol whipped
I can't slide unless that shit for certain
We with the shit
And if it's there then we gon' blow his burtains
With fifty clips
I got them bullets leave your doors hurting
I plead the fifth
I done lost the pack now I bounce back
Just like a slingshot
Fumble with the pack he ain't bring it back
So I gotta bring shot
I done lost the pack now I bounce back
Just like a slingshot
Fumble with the pack he ain't bring it back
So I gotta bring shot
I done dripped up now she wanna fuck
Baby this ain't Cartier
Diamond in the rough gold on my stuff
Say she wanna party yeah
Nigga playing tough hit him with the puck
Bitch this ain't hockey yeah
Hit him with the stick slip a nigga disc
I ain't talking jockey yeah
Slip a nigga disc I ain't talking jockey yeah
Hit him with the puck I ain't talking hockey yeah
Yeah aye yeah
Oh woahh
Ohh
Oh woahhh yeah
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Writer(s): La'dontae Taylor
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