Slayer

Gotta a Uzi in my hand
Gonna put you under the land
I want you to feel the curse
Bro you gonna meet your death
I feel like I just robbed a store
So many racks I can buy a Porsche
Rocking Fendi and Balenciaga
Rocking that Christian Dior
Louis Vuitton my bag
With some Ice on my fucking neck
She want to play with my K
She wanna play with my racks
Bitch they call me "Slayer"
Cuz I slay all of those hoes
My flow is super cold
Bitch I know you gonna froze
Living fucking fast, bitch I'm on the go
Racks on my fucking pockets, bitch they overflow
Got my eyes on the fucking prize
I ain't stopping 'til I rise
Bad bitches in my studio
Don't need love I want the dough (Uh)
I'm a different level, always sipping Lean
Motherfucker rocking plain clothes, I'm rocking Givenchy
I'm too busy making hits, I don't have time for love
In the studio every night, I'm never giving up
Living my life for this shit like it's my last
Don't care what they say, staying true to my path
Taking over the fucking game, I'm the one they wanna surpass
They can't touch me, I'm on a whole different level
Why you tryna pass me, you ain't gonna win shit
Bro just mad asf cuz his bitch be tryna hit
Thinks we are bros, my money he wanna split
Bro wake up to reality, none of this shit you gonna get (Uh)
I'm back on this shit with a motherfucking Glock
You know I got hella money and my clothes out of stock
If you see me walking on the streets you better be in shock
If you do me dirty you better wait I'ma pull to your block
I just fucked your momma, and she likes to suck my cock
If you mess with us you messing with a blicky
I just fucked that bitch and her pussy is so sticky
They so afraid thats why they have a lil dicky (Lil dicky)