lil slae – g2 lyrics
[chorus: lil slae]
g2 on me, keep that fye
i got them bad hoes on my line
vetements, simmons my hat
i got them bad hoes and they hitting my line
got a white hoe and she snorting a line
put your p+ssy lips out and go hop on a live
four in the piña colada with lime
b+tches down bad on the ‘gram with no life
g2 on me, keep that fye
i got them bad hoes on my line
vetements, simmons my hat
i got them bad hoes and they hitting my line
got a white hoe and she snorting a line
put your p+ssy lips out and go hop on a live
four in the piña colada with lime
b+tches down bad on the ‘gram with no life
[verse 1: lil slae]
yeah, i’m with k.c
fn’s in the d+mn trunk
hoe can’t text me
she acting like a lil c+nt
tec in a canteen
i’m finna go and pour up
i was like thirteen playing the craft with a sl+t
what you flexing?
what’s yo taste in uhhh
how your taste been?
chrome hearts on me right now
you a dead man
xd with no holster, you dead man
hoes down bad
you b+tches the same, you so down bad
ight, half a addy down like lambda
(slae and k.c. done did it again)
i got hundreds in bills like a dancer
[chorus: lil slae]
g2 on me, keep that fye
i got them bad hoes on my line
vetements, simmons my hat
i got them bad hoes and they hitting my line
got a white hoe and she snorting a line
put your p+ssy lips out and go hop on a live
four in the piña colada with lime
b+tches down bad on the ‘gram with no life
g2 on me, keep that fye
i got them bad hoes on my line
vetements, simmons my hat
i got them bad hoes and they hitting my line
got a white hoe and she snorting a line
put your p+ssy lips out and go hop on a live
four in the piña colada with lime
b+tches down bad on the ‘gram with no life
[verse 2: kidd.cynical]
these n+ggas cappin’
i’m dripping in fashion, i walk in my balmain’s
i think i got road rage
i’m k!lling sh+t, feel like jiraiya the toad sage
i’m not a rapper, b+tch i am an artist
and it’s been that way since the day that i started
you n+ggas r+t+rded, you fold under pressure
my b+tch a rider like madame defarge is
brown+skin b+tch in my dms
said her name leanne
said she wanna be my bm
eat my meat, but she ain’t no vegan
can’t f+ck with these hoes cause they be tweaking
i got a big booty b+tch on my youtube feed
p+ssy pics on the line ain’t new to me
she kept sucking till i busted like a .223
i said “god d+mn baby girl you too freaky”
if you ain’t gon’ shoot, put the gun down
cause we gon’ bring smoke if we come ’round
all you gon’ hear is them gun rounds
all you gon’ hear is them gun sounds
i used to rap for the soundcloud
but me and lil slae coming up now
vvs rollie a bust down
bust in her mouth and tell her “get the f+ck out”
[chorus: lil slae]
g2 on me, keep that fye
i got them bad hoes on my line
vetements, simmons my hat
i got them bad hoes and they hitting my line
got a white hoe and she snorting a line
put your p+ssy lips out and go hop on a live
four in the piña colada with lime
b+tches down bad on the ‘gram with no life
g2 on me, keep that fye
i got them bad hoes on my line
vetements, simmons my hat
i got them bad hoes and they hitting my line
got a white hoe and she snorting a line
put your p+ssy lips out and go hop on a live
four in the piña colada with lime
b+tches down bad on the ‘gram with no life
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