Slice Freestyle

Hella pretty girls everywhere I go
But I can't be going out like no hoe

Ok
Ok
Ok

Walking around get the scent of Marijuana
While we heading straight down the corners
Daily drinking a gallon of water
I'm just getting my business in order

Noticing that I'm not getting taller
But I sure as hell ain't getting shorter
At my boys you know I'm finna holla
Leaving now from this side of the border

Uh, yea
Talking that shit but the track is louder
Number one on the scene bitch I'm back in power
Doing some chores, feel like I wanna record

Bet ill hit that in half in a hour
Moving quick in the time had to pack a shower
I been doing my thing and still they wanna clown me but I can tell that their laugh is sour

Tell me for real, who really rooting for me
Spitting to kill I'm straight up abusing the beat
This sounds like to music to me
Bangers are all that I'm making I just dropped two in a week
Nights I been up, writing and losing the sleep
'Cause I know I can go higher than I could before, steadily moving the peak

I'm going up, it is not we
We equals only my guys and that's three
Go find another plate for ya to eat
We just creating gas on repeat

Coming in cash, go to the raps
Gone in a flash, running up laps
That shit is trash, just full of caps
Casino gas, wait till he snaps

Talking behind my back, ain't gon' ever hit em up
Foot stepping on their necks, don't know when to let 'em up
My life is not just a movie, every day is cinema
Working on my shot form, now my shooting wet as fuck

Push your shit back, bitch I ain't telling twice
Oh this bitch gon' feel a way, give a fuck 'bout being nice
Never messing up a chance, uh, careful rolling dice
I'm about to get my cake, how you think you get a slice

Push your shit back, bitch I ain't telling twice
Oh this bitch gon' feel a way, give a fuck 'bout being nice
Never messing up a chance, uh, careful rolling dice
I'm about to get my cake, how you think you get a-

Money on Money on Money on Money, I'm right on the dot

Love me, she love me, she love me, she love me, she love me, she love me, or she love me not

Running, I'm running, I'm running, I'm running, I'm running, I'm running, go right to the spot

Sunny, it's sunny, it's sunny, it's sunny, it's sunny, it's sunny, bitch I'm getting hot

Yeah, you can't cool me down
Going way up, can't pull me down
Shame on you if you fooled me once
But shame on me if you fool me now

Seventeen with hella means, high self-esteem plus selfish dreams
Want everything and everything, say that I can't, how, tell me please

Need the addy now, no amphetamine, two am, only smell the weed
Six, spray it down, can't tell it's green, real story boring, I'm embellishing

Ok we back on attack, I'm about to eat these boys up, Armie Hammer
Leave em stained, clean it up, arm and hammer
Hard to tell what they caught on camera

Orange soda, been hot on Fanta
Sleeping on me, y'all rock pajamas
Who else half as nice, gray life so it's black and white, this not a panda

Want Loewe shades, my balance keep telling me no way
Check coming, guess I gotta wait four days, for low pay, wish I had some cash to burn like pompeii

Like I need it now, certainly won't wait
Can't save it, ain't no hero, gotta throw away
Take a left too fast like there ain't no brake
Low ride, heading down to whip the forte

Talking behind my back, ain't gon' ever hit em up
Foot stepping on their necks, don't know when to let 'em up
My life is not just a movie, every day is cinema
Working on my shot form, now my shooting wet as fuck

Push your shit back, bitch I ain't telling twice
Oh this bitch gon' feel a way, give a fuck 'bout being nice
Never messing up a chance, uh, careful rolling dice
I'm about to get my cake, how you think you get a slice

Push your shit back, bitch I ain't telling twice
Oh this bitch gon' feel a way, give a fuck 'bout being nice
Never messing up a chance, uh, careful rolling dice
I'm about to get my cake, how you think you get a slice



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Writer(s): Harshawn Basran
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