YZZY SLIDES
(Flexus)
(Yeah, yea, let's go)
Pull up on your block, I'm shootin' that Draco (Bow-bow-bow)
Bitch on my bed, I'm fuckin' that main hoe (What?)
Not no baker, own a lotta dough (Yea)
Fuck this bitch, I'm finna fuckin' go (Let's go)
Can't hang with us, you gotta grow (Grow)
Choppa might be gay cause it blows (Bow-bow-bow)
Kinky lil' bitch she suckin' on my toes
Feel like Tom Brady, it's the way that I throw (The way that I throw)
All these diamonds, drippin' off my neck (Neck)
Big Cuban Link and VVS (VVS)
All these crackers are gettin' pressed (Pressed)
Don't be worried and don't be stressed (Don't be stressed)
Layin' in the back of my bed with Yeezy Slides (Yeezy Slides)
The way that my money stack up
I think it'll glide (Think it'll glide)
My money go down, my money go up
And I think that bitch will cry
Pull up on my block
You get shanked and you'll die (You get shanked and you'll die)
Activate Sharingan, you will try (You will try)
L motivation, go to the light (Go to the light)
Grandma had cancer
Scammed that bitch for a lot (Scammed that bitch for a lot)
Fuck your grandfather, fuck your Scotts (Fuck your Scotts)
Big body Tonka built like a tatter tot (Built like a tatter tot)
Dig your body in the ground
And I'll leave that bitch for a decade to rot
Makin' this bread, I'm makin' this green, it's green as fuckin' snot
Don't even need a phone
I look at my bust down rolley cause I don't need a clock
Ima get sturdy inside of New York
I feel like a birdy, bitch go flock
Hidin' from the cops, I'm hidin' from everyone
Bitch I'm hidin' weed in my socks
Pull up on your block, I'm shootin' that Draco (Bow-bow-bow)
Bitch on my bed, I'm fuckin' that main hoe (What?)
Not no baker, own a lotta dough (Yea)
Fuck this bitch, I'm finna fuckin' go (Let's go)
Can't hang with us, you gotta grow (Grow)
Choppa might be gay cause it blows (Bow-bow-bow)
Kinky lil' bitch she suckin' on my toes
Feel like Tom Brady, it's the way that I throw (The way that I throw)
All these diamonds, drippin' off my neck (Neck)
Big Cuban Link and VVS (VVS)
All these crackers are gettin' pressed (Pressed)
Don't be worried and don't be stressed (Don't be stressed)
Layin' in the back of my bed with Yeezy Slides (Yeezy Slides)
The way that my money stack up
I think it'll glide (Think it'll glide)
My money go down, my money go up
And I think that bitch will cry
Pull up on your block, I'm shootin' that Draco (Bow-bow-bow)
Bitch on my bed, I'm fuckin' that main hoe (What?)
Not no baker, own a lotta dough (Yea)
Fuck this bitch, I'm finna fuckin' go (Let's go)
Can't hang with us, you gotta grow (Grow)
Choppa might be gay cause it blows (Bow-bow-bow)
Kinky lil' bitch she suckin' on my toes
Feel like Tom Brady, it's the way that I throw (The way that I throw)
All these diamonds, drippin' off my neck (Neck)
Big Cuban Link and VVS (VVS)
All these crackers are gettin' pressed (Pressed)
Don't be worried and don't be stressed (Don't be stressed)
Layin' in the back of my bed with Yeezy Slides (Yeezy Slides)
The way that my money stack up
I think it'll glide (Think it'll glide)
My money go down, my money go up
And I think that bitch will cry
(Yeah, yea, let's go)
Pull up on your block, I'm shootin' that Draco (Bow-bow-bow)
Bitch on my bed, I'm fuckin' that main hoe (What?)
Not no baker, own a lotta dough (Yea)
Fuck this bitch, I'm finna fuckin' go (Let's go)
Can't hang with us, you gotta grow (Grow)
Choppa might be gay cause it blows (Bow-bow-bow)
Kinky lil' bitch she suckin' on my toes
Feel like Tom Brady, it's the way that I throw (The way that I throw)
All these diamonds, drippin' off my neck (Neck)
Big Cuban Link and VVS (VVS)
All these crackers are gettin' pressed (Pressed)
Don't be worried and don't be stressed (Don't be stressed)
Layin' in the back of my bed with Yeezy Slides (Yeezy Slides)
The way that my money stack up
I think it'll glide (Think it'll glide)
My money go down, my money go up
And I think that bitch will cry
Pull up on my block
You get shanked and you'll die (You get shanked and you'll die)
Activate Sharingan, you will try (You will try)
L motivation, go to the light (Go to the light)
Grandma had cancer
Scammed that bitch for a lot (Scammed that bitch for a lot)
Fuck your grandfather, fuck your Scotts (Fuck your Scotts)
Big body Tonka built like a tatter tot (Built like a tatter tot)
Dig your body in the ground
And I'll leave that bitch for a decade to rot
Makin' this bread, I'm makin' this green, it's green as fuckin' snot
Don't even need a phone
I look at my bust down rolley cause I don't need a clock
Ima get sturdy inside of New York
I feel like a birdy, bitch go flock
Hidin' from the cops, I'm hidin' from everyone
Bitch I'm hidin' weed in my socks
Pull up on your block, I'm shootin' that Draco (Bow-bow-bow)
Bitch on my bed, I'm fuckin' that main hoe (What?)
Not no baker, own a lotta dough (Yea)
Fuck this bitch, I'm finna fuckin' go (Let's go)
Can't hang with us, you gotta grow (Grow)
Choppa might be gay cause it blows (Bow-bow-bow)
Kinky lil' bitch she suckin' on my toes
Feel like Tom Brady, it's the way that I throw (The way that I throw)
All these diamonds, drippin' off my neck (Neck)
Big Cuban Link and VVS (VVS)
All these crackers are gettin' pressed (Pressed)
Don't be worried and don't be stressed (Don't be stressed)
Layin' in the back of my bed with Yeezy Slides (Yeezy Slides)
The way that my money stack up
I think it'll glide (Think it'll glide)
My money go down, my money go up
And I think that bitch will cry
Pull up on your block, I'm shootin' that Draco (Bow-bow-bow)
Bitch on my bed, I'm fuckin' that main hoe (What?)
Not no baker, own a lotta dough (Yea)
Fuck this bitch, I'm finna fuckin' go (Let's go)
Can't hang with us, you gotta grow (Grow)
Choppa might be gay cause it blows (Bow-bow-bow)
Kinky lil' bitch she suckin' on my toes
Feel like Tom Brady, it's the way that I throw (The way that I throw)
All these diamonds, drippin' off my neck (Neck)
Big Cuban Link and VVS (VVS)
All these crackers are gettin' pressed (Pressed)
Don't be worried and don't be stressed (Don't be stressed)
Layin' in the back of my bed with Yeezy Slides (Yeezy Slides)
The way that my money stack up
I think it'll glide (Think it'll glide)
My money go down, my money go up
And I think that bitch will cry
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Writer(s): Thomas Alva Michel
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