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slump6s - captions lyrics

[verse 1]
put a lil’ b+tch in vetments, she don’t know how to act no more (gang)
i done boarded this plane too many d+mn times, feel like i’m back on tour
carry n+ggas, my back so sore (gang)
my ho got ass on ’em (skrrt, skrrt)
she don’t even run track no more
i just want that fast car
i been poppin’ my sh+t, honestly i’m these rap n+gga pop’s, they don’t beef, like it’s backyard
new srt, like a nascar
b+tch wanna link up, but she mad far
[?]
new gucci glasses, so a n+gga see right
i don’t tote no glock, n+gga this a p9′
put that glock on him, now his v+line
i’m in the trap, had to make a [?]
got sons, n+gga, like i’m t.i
big blunts, n+gga, call it “tree time”
kick that ho out, ’cause i need some meantime
hunnid round, leave that n+gga knee high
[?]
too up, n+ggas tryna put me down
n+ggas couldn’t f+ck with me on the rebounds (skrrt)
huh, i’m in my prime right now
huh, lil’ brudda hit the play for me, if he get locked up, i’ma bond right out
hey, ain’t no librarian, if he get too loud, i’ma have make him sign right out
geeked up, drugs on my mind right now
i’m with my slime right now
huh, [?]
too geeked up in the spot, now i’m wheezin’
new red fur, in this fox, i’m a demon
broke ass n+gga, his pockets anemic
freak ho, i’m locked in with her cleavage
leave her ass, just like lebron did to cleveland
man, i’m too turnt up for a remix
f+ck ya lil’ clout, man, that n+gga can keep it
b+tch, g+o+a+t, and i mean it
f+cked the rap n+gga b+tch, ’cause he gave me a reason
freak ho, gettin’ on top, like some season
it’s a whole lotta red, ’cause my cup really bleedin’
dropped outta class, i ain’t into no readin’
b+tch, richer than all of the teachers
capped out, n+gga got so many beatings
backed out bands, i don’t know when to heat it
[bridge]
(bankroll still look like a motherf+ckin’ yacht, stand my money long, yeah)
(yeah, slatt, slatt, slatt, bop, bop)

[verse 2]
ha, this sh+t get realer than rap
f+ck these boys, and they streams, i ain’t into reactions, my n+ggas realer than that
how the f+ck you was hatin’? but now i make captions, all i could do was just laugh (yeah, yeah, yeah)
when i’m back in that mode, lil’ n+gga play wrong, he end up on the floor (d+mn, gang)
i f+cked too many hoes, i don’t need none of them, get to bootin’ and go (d+mn)
i don’t even gotta aim, i just shoot and reload, leave a hole in his face, the same size as a donut
d+d+don’t gotta say much, this ho in my face, ’cause she see the success and she f+ck with the motion
i’m in that f+ckin’ audi body ravin’, and this sh+t rack warrants, we goin’ to florida
i+i+i’m in the spot with a louie v’ backpack, tryna find my way, and i’m feelin’ like dora
hop in that car, and you could get clapped at
sh+t sendin’ school, ’cause the fill was informed
in that back, she a real deal wh0re, tryna gaggle my d+ck, she ain’t have [?]
in that motherf+ckin’ 4×4 (gang)

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