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slump6s – 3piece lyrics

[chorus]
dropped three hits in a day, if that ain’t consistent, then i don’t know what is (benjicold, why you icy?)
lot of n+ggas saying they gon’ k!ll me, seem like y’all n+ggas been living off one diss (on god, on god)
whole bunch of n+ggas, they trying to beef, they trying to argue, they don’t know what fun is
i’m in the stu’ right now, twenty bands in my lap just to show y’all n+ggas that i’m on it (on god, on god, b+tch)
you ain’t got no backbone, n+gga boneless (on god, on god)
young n+gga runnin’ this sh+t, n+ggas know this
n+ggas saying i’m up next, n+ggas know this
n+ggas be the pure definition what a joke is
n+ggas be the pure definition what a ho is (on god)
ew, and you still gon’ cuff that gnat?
tell him, “speak up”, n+gga, run that back
and i just touched down like a runningback (on god, on god)

[verse]
your life ain’t going so good, that’s a bummer
i’m tryna run up a mill’ for the summer, uh (okay)
n+gga’s love talking ’bout numbers
doing sh+t that i already did, are you dumb or not? (okay)
these n+ggas bе scared i could take they spot
thеm n+ggas was sleep, time to wake ’em up
that boy ’bout to fall, better pick him up
big body, it look like a pick+up truck
it’s crazy, i was finna work at a walmart (d+mn)
now i be spending a band at a walmart (d+mn)
that n+gga angry, he leaving a wall mark (d+mn)
n+ggas my fans, they got me as they wall art (d+mn)
you the type n+gga to steal out of walmart (d+mn)
i’m not ’cause my pockets fat like they paul blart (d+mn)
crazy ’cause these n+ggas box they like wall·e (d+mn)
withdraw a whole twenty bands off of talking (d+mn)
gang need to sit this one out, steven hawking (benjicold, why you icy?)
your b+tch, she do sound effects, she be gawking
seventeen and got a whip, i ain’t walking
bro need to get off my page, why you stalking?
okay, i really ain’t mean to be yelling
but that’s just how i get my point across
you catch an underground n+gga red handed and he try to go finger point across
really, bro, who carry cash ’round this b+tch?
n+ggas know i got a bag in this b+tch
they see the young boy been coming up in the game, now i got n+ggas mad in this b+tch
done took a dub, now they mad than a b+tch
you the type boy go out sad ’bout a b+tch
look at these boys and they laugh with my b+tch
f+ckin’ two twins, mary+kate, ashley, and sh+t
in a new benz, b+tch, i be bragging and sh+t
i’m a cool kid, i don’t be acting and sh+t
you don’t do sh+t, you don’t be active and sh+t
heard your new sh+t, n+gga, you average as sh+t
if i walked in the bank, the teller asking me how the f+ck i’m so young and i got this rich
the last time a lil’ n+gga turned him up some money, i flexed on his ass, then he got dismissed
[chorus]
dropped three hits in a day, if that ain’t consistent, then i don’t know what is (benjicold, why you icy?)
lot of n+ggas saying they gon’ k!ll me, seem like y’all n+ggas been living off one diss (on god, on god)
whole bunch of n+ggas, they trying to beef, they trying to argue, they don’t know what fun is
i’m in the stu’ right now, twenty bands in my lap just to show y’all n+ggas that i’m on it (on god, on god, b+tch)
you ain’t got no backbone, n+gga boneless (on god, on god)
young n+gga runnin’ this sh+t, n+ggas know this
n+ggas saying i’m up next, n+ggas know this
n+ggas be the pure definition what a joke is
n+ggas be the pure definition what a ho is (on god)
ew, and you still gon’ cuff that gnat?
tell him, “speak up”, n+gga, run that back
and i just touched down like a runningback (on god, on god)

- slump6s lyrics

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