Slipping
These niggas be trippin' they really be thinking I'm slippin'
I like when they Dissing, I ain't trippin' I got the pistol
Finna shoot anybody that look iffy
Rollin up a eighty of a eight I'm feeling lazy
You can't hit the blunt I'm facing fuck yo feelings nigga pay me
Bandgang the mob fuck that nigga we the navy
Bro want it he gone take it, run if he looking crazy
My shoes Giuseppe, my watch a presi
Talking to the plug like, Ima call you when its ready
Come fuck with a boss
I can tell that you ready, cause you tired of yo nigga smoking five dollar reggies
Rucci wheels skating leaves blowing like I'm raking
Why the leaves blowing? Sweats behind me, we racing
All my life, I been dodging bullets like the matrix
That's why every night I count ten and go to sleep praying
Brand new coupes back to back switches lanes
All watch and pocket counting get yo dumb ass brained
How he lose his life? let the forty be the blame
Run up on my ima bang, you ain't fucking with a lame
Same old slogans, still out rolling
Still whip it up with the same old potion
Still Sport buffs, my shit whiter than some lotion
You working and get promoted
While I'm putting plays in motion
Online Shopping, Bad bitch popping
Nawh I don't cuff so I'm bad bitch dropping
Catch me in a Monte with a bad bitch slobbing
She hurt, cause I ain't kiss her that's a mad bitch problem
Had to drop her off she was getting on my nerves
Want too much attention had a nigga jumping curbs
Pull up in that Maybach had them lost for words
I ain't tyrna stunt on nobody I'm just tyrna swerve
Stalking me to death, I know she a perve
Got that chicken in this bitch I just lost a herd
Bandgang or no gang fuck what you heard
And I only state facts I don't go on what I heard
Only in the trap I don't go out here with hoes
Only yell raps, you ain't never sold a zone
Not even if that, you ain't never sold a stone
Betta get back you don't know my brother stone
He'll clap you in yo dome or anywhere He want
I love who love me and I don't care about who don't
Detroit a hating ass city what tip niggas on?
I Been going for too long so ima end the song
I like when they Dissing, I ain't trippin' I got the pistol
Finna shoot anybody that look iffy
Rollin up a eighty of a eight I'm feeling lazy
You can't hit the blunt I'm facing fuck yo feelings nigga pay me
Bandgang the mob fuck that nigga we the navy
Bro want it he gone take it, run if he looking crazy
My shoes Giuseppe, my watch a presi
Talking to the plug like, Ima call you when its ready
Come fuck with a boss
I can tell that you ready, cause you tired of yo nigga smoking five dollar reggies
Rucci wheels skating leaves blowing like I'm raking
Why the leaves blowing? Sweats behind me, we racing
All my life, I been dodging bullets like the matrix
That's why every night I count ten and go to sleep praying
Brand new coupes back to back switches lanes
All watch and pocket counting get yo dumb ass brained
How he lose his life? let the forty be the blame
Run up on my ima bang, you ain't fucking with a lame
Same old slogans, still out rolling
Still whip it up with the same old potion
Still Sport buffs, my shit whiter than some lotion
You working and get promoted
While I'm putting plays in motion
Online Shopping, Bad bitch popping
Nawh I don't cuff so I'm bad bitch dropping
Catch me in a Monte with a bad bitch slobbing
She hurt, cause I ain't kiss her that's a mad bitch problem
Had to drop her off she was getting on my nerves
Want too much attention had a nigga jumping curbs
Pull up in that Maybach had them lost for words
I ain't tyrna stunt on nobody I'm just tyrna swerve
Stalking me to death, I know she a perve
Got that chicken in this bitch I just lost a herd
Bandgang or no gang fuck what you heard
And I only state facts I don't go on what I heard
Only in the trap I don't go out here with hoes
Only yell raps, you ain't never sold a zone
Not even if that, you ain't never sold a stone
Betta get back you don't know my brother stone
He'll clap you in yo dome or anywhere He want
I love who love me and I don't care about who don't
Detroit a hating ass city what tip niggas on?
I Been going for too long so ima end the song
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Writer(s): Elvonte Baker, Derrick Tyler
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