More songs by slayr
Description
Mastering Engineer, Composer, Associated Performer, Lyricist, Mixing Engineer, Producer, Recording Engineer: slayr
Producer: Kayboba
Producer: Chris Marek
Lyrics and translation
Original
Fuck these bro who tryna get dormant?
Lay back down some shit, where the fuck you think I'm a punk? Yeah, yeah.
Alright, 'cause I stay at home, I wanna get drunk.
Man, this ho just like the air, I could be a monk. Yeah, yeah.
I just turned eighteen, but I got a mind of a uncle. Yeah, yeah.
All of the rap is the same, that's not gon' get you no bucks. Bitch.
Run that nigga up, put him in the trunk. Cash is in my pocket, no McDonald's grub.
Why you pocket watching? Get your bread up.
I don't smoke just wood, this a hump rump. I'ma pull your hood 'cause it's so bunk. I do what I could like I owe some.
I be sipping mud, that shit so dumb. Why you tryna stop me from making my cake? If
I make my cake, you gon' be okay. You just gotta wait, it's gon' be okay.
I just want that hate, shit'll drive me straight.
All this money on me, I could build a greenhouse. All this rainy shit, not stopping 'til I bleed out.
You think that's your ho? She never had a clean bone.
If you see this fucker best not see you free though. Where the team at?
Yeah, homicide on me, I am on a green light.
I just wanna get this water, yeah, I need that.
I don't rip up in no water, that shit splish splash. Huh, shit splashy.
Bird-ass boy, all you do is just cheat, church. I be down blood red T-shirt.
I'ma buy a rock for three perks. Time to get geeked, yeah, I leave Earth.
Talk like this here, you don't know my condition. Pretty face on the sheet, don't need conditions.
I don't condone on these niggas that's ripping.
Calling them out, all that shit a tradition.
I don't rock nothing that's fake and I don't put my money on nonsense, that shit kinda wicked. Run up, you might get bit 'cause this Drake kinda itching.
I know that it's time, get to clicking. Y'all do not see me in Gucci no more.
I just stay to myself, I'm just minding my business.
Slatt, we was in there like tripping. Slatt, we was in there like tripping.
Don't waste your time tryna chase these bitches. Don't waste your time tryna chase these bitches.
Do something different, fuck the reputation. Do something different, fuck the reputation.
I don't think that I'ma settle. I don't do chains like that, that's pointless metal.
But it's still rock, no pebbles.
These niggas think they rock, I'm a real deal rebel. These niggas think they rock.
Been taking everything off and putting my socks. I'm tryna head to the top. But with that fake-ass shit, I don't play no opp.
I'm only coming to take. I'm 'bout to take everything they thought they got.
This is a message, bro. Picture me off so fast like hands is hot.
Ready to flip this bitch. My nigga just hold something, make they business pop.
Make sure it got my fit. Show your son like this so the man get hot. Tomboy is off in the pit.
Tomboy is off in the pit, get slashed out. Tomboy is off in the pit.
Tomboy is off in the pit, get slashed out.
Get slashed out. Get slashed out. Get slashed out. Get slashed out. Get slashed. Get slashed.
Get slashed. Slashed.