Throwing Slugs

Niggas thinkin' that you trippin' till you make it out the system
Now I'm ballin' like a piston and they wantin' my position
Out here gettin' to them riches, boy be worried about the women
Goin' to war over Hoes, niggas' privates at attention

Only beef involving bitches if they cooking in my kitchen
That's a no-go niggas hoes, niggas pussy I ain't kidding
I ain't with the politicking, no campaign I'm on a mission
But it's problems come and get em, make em live in his religion

Rewrite a nigga life, know I'm sliding with the lead
I ain't with the Twitter beefing, put the birds on your head
I ah cut off both my legs, before I don't stand on what I said
Niggas ain't gon' do you right, I keep a pistol on my left

I be knowing niggas wrong, it's only right I risk it all
Shit ain't sweet like candy, try me and I'll break a nigga jaw
Always staying on my pivot, niggas hate to see me ball
I got they hoes down on they knees, but I don't think they praising God

I ain't been to sleep in weeks, I run them racks up till tomorrow
All these faces on me blue, but I ain't drowning in no sorrow
Niggas drowning in my drip, I took as soon as I followed her
But I ain't mean to steal your heart, baby, just wanted to borrow ya

God damn it, I ain't money, it don't make sense
Just want me in they mouth, know, I be fresher than a breath mint
What I'm making on these backends, what you spending on your months rent
Had to drop the ball, start living rich, like the Fresh Prince
one bitch won't do, another bitch will
Give a fuck about a hoe, I want my guap, that's how I feel
Still slamming on they ass, and then I'm blocking like O'Neal
Run it up like Tyreek, and then I'm slidin' to the hills

I'ma run it up for all them times ain't wanna show me love
I'm cutting up, throw the ten to L.A., catch it Cooper Kupp
Try to intercept it, marching band, I'm stepping with the drum
Not talking bout no club, make em' dance when I get to throwing slugs

Slugs out the drake for mines, make em' slide, call em' Toosie
If you playing games with the gang, that's my call of duty
I got the power to stretch him out for what I'm about, I feel like Luffy
Before he die, he gon' see his forehead shine, no Lil Uzi

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All the niggas hate me, cause the bitches love to flirt
Yeah, I hop out in that foreign, she gon' hop in go to work
Then I drop her at the curb, just love the racks, can't love no girl

They ain't knowing what it's like, I love to grind, it's in my soul
I did my time, I sat the bench, but now I'm balling how I'm post
They ain't wanna see me score, they wanna steal, I get em' stole
Bitch, I feel like Ja Morant, cause I get live with that pole