StyleSlaya
Astro, I don't get it
One day you hate me
One day you love me
Like what's up? Make it make sense
I don't like this hot and cold shit
Slaya
Slaya
Evol Cupid
This a track hawk not a Jeep
These drugs take the pain away, R.I.P Lil Peep
These niggas they sleeping on me they bitch focused on me
But that's okay, yeah it's okay, I make they bitches scream
It's not just me I got a team, Galaxy the team
And I drip flavors, flavors, flavors, flavors
She suck it out me
She throw that booty on my meat
She shaped just like a peach
Don't got no type of favorite bitches because they loving all on me
Don't got no favorite type of bitches because they loving all on me
Can't hit her with no latex
Oh no wait yeah ain't no trapping me
They talking tough sedate him give him face lift we disturb the peace
They knowing that I'm major, yeah I'm major yeah they notice me
Put on all black trench coat yeah I'm super clean
My diamonds yeah they dancing, yeah they dancing, yeah they make you blink
She just wanna be with me, add her to the team
My roster looking fire I got nothing but 10s
I know that she want rxck, I cant give ha ring
I'm pouring up purp wockhart ain't no stressing me
Yeah the block hot, yeah the block hot
Yeah the block hot
Block hot, yeah the block hot, yeah the block hot
I'm a slaya, style slaya, style slaya
Style slaya, style slaya
Know that Imma slay her
Style slaya, style slaya
Style slaya, style slaya
One day you hate me
One day you love me
Like what's up? Make it make sense
I don't like this hot and cold shit
Slaya
Slaya
Evol Cupid
This a track hawk not a Jeep
These drugs take the pain away, R.I.P Lil Peep
These niggas they sleeping on me they bitch focused on me
But that's okay, yeah it's okay, I make they bitches scream
It's not just me I got a team, Galaxy the team
And I drip flavors, flavors, flavors, flavors
She suck it out me
She throw that booty on my meat
She shaped just like a peach
Don't got no type of favorite bitches because they loving all on me
Don't got no favorite type of bitches because they loving all on me
Can't hit her with no latex
Oh no wait yeah ain't no trapping me
They talking tough sedate him give him face lift we disturb the peace
They knowing that I'm major, yeah I'm major yeah they notice me
Put on all black trench coat yeah I'm super clean
My diamonds yeah they dancing, yeah they dancing, yeah they make you blink
She just wanna be with me, add her to the team
My roster looking fire I got nothing but 10s
I know that she want rxck, I cant give ha ring
I'm pouring up purp wockhart ain't no stressing me
Yeah the block hot, yeah the block hot
Yeah the block hot
Block hot, yeah the block hot, yeah the block hot
I'm a slaya, style slaya, style slaya
Style slaya, style slaya
Know that Imma slay her
Style slaya, style slaya
Style slaya, style slaya
Credits
Writer(s): Jaylon Monroe
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