Slide

He be out of pocket
Pop the trunk and get it popping
Nine mil in his pocket
Get the Glock and me rock it
Sipping on the syrup
Molly wappin on his coffin
Slide and dodge a bullet
Kill his momma here's a topic

Prismic and now I'm on it
Tripping he on some kronik
Looking it' be so ironic
Peeling be on some phonic
Creeping in deathly hallows
Killing he play piano
Weeping we Astro travel
Travel got me some flannels

Sliding in T-boi's Honda
Drippin is there a problem
Reek of weed in the suana
Peeking we pull up on em

Creeping he at the bottom
Bullets I'm sleeping on em
Leaking she pooling on em
Sleeping he in coma

He be out of pocket
Pop the trunk and get it popping
Nine mil in his pocket
Get the Glock and me rock it
Sipping on the syrup
Molly wappin on his coffin
Slide and dodge a bullet
Kill his momma here's a topic

Was there point
where things were calm and you could stop it?
Sorry baby
My mental illness is a problem

Was there a time
Where things were different and you could drop it?
Sorry baby
My life is always filled with options

See me slide
Benz that's green
I roll my weed
I grow my trees
You see me lie
You make me scream
Kill my vibe
In life you seek

See me try
I spend my sleep
See me die
I rest in peace
Can you comply
And let me scheme
One last try
You'll see I'm mean

Scheming with posse cleaning
Weeping for no damn reason
Unseeming and nonbeliving
Demons of night dreaming

Sleeping a coffin
Bring the hood down with some options
Killing baby
I see now that things are not the option

Sliding in a Honda
T boi's back and I ain't stopping
Sorry baby
Trash boi got the Glock and then he cocked it



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Writer(s): Deadbeat Alien
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