a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

slump6s – walked lyrics

[intro: slump6s]
(paulo)
yah, yah

[verse 1: slump6s]
okay, n+ggas hate how i’m doing the most
in the back, tried pull up, get ghost
know i made that boy backup, beam on the scope
pockets fat, yeah, them ho’s overflow
hit that ho from the back, she can’t take it no more
bust on her back, i’ma pass her to bro, she already a ho, i can’t save her no more (ha)
i walk ’round with them hunnids on me, that b+tch say she wan’ f+ck, cause i’m famous, lil’ ho (ha)
yeah, my brudda gon jump out that v, n+gga talk down again, he ain’t living no more (ha, yeah, yah)
all these b+tches know what i mean, yeah, i’m only eighteen, already a goat
we walk in, and we claimin’ the city, can’t f+ck with my team, yeah, we mopping the floor
double cup got wock’ in it, your b+tch put my c+ck in it
uh huh, most these n+ggas not with it (uh huh), and yo’ team, they not with it
hold up, i be counting big money (uh huh), yes, i made a profit (uh huh)
n+ggas toting broad day, p+ssy ain’t finna pop sh+t (uh huh)
big drac make him fall back (uh huh), leave a n+gga nauseous (uh huh)
b+tch, i’m making boof pack (uh huh), go ahead and cop it (uh huh)
diamonds make him move back (uh huh), got that boy like, “god d+mn”, uh huh
she like, “how you do that?” (uh huh), she like how the rocks stand
[bridge: slump6s]
n+ggas already know what the f+ck going on, n+gga (ah, ah)
they know what the f+ck we did (ah, ah, ah)
right, twin? (ah, ah, ah)
stop playing, with the gang (ah, ah, ah)
ay, twin, c’mon

[verse 2: maajins]
got ‘balenci coat, with no glock in it, that boy got double cup, with no wock’ in it
don’t f+ck with a simp b+tch, we dropping it
lil b+tch, i count money, got stocks in it
n+ggas be b+tches, they gossiping, step on his spot, we gon+ ooh (haha)
step on his spot, when we rocking him, he not fighting this knock on my boot, uh
b+tch, i go dumb, go ku, huh? slide to his block, we in route
tell that f+ck n+gga, “stick to the hoops”, i don’t know why he stepped in the booth
n+ggas switching they sh+t, yeah, they poo, i’m rocking red, just like winnie the pooh
f+ck that boy up, he a skinny lil dude (hm), why he talking? we’ll k!ll him, lil dude
oh my god, yeah, oh my god (oh my god)
hop on the beat, and i keep flowing, yall n+ggas been on my d+ck, and yall keep going
got a new cpn, i’ma t+bone it (yeah), i’m done f+cking that b+tch, ain’t no keep on it, huh?
n+ggas collectors, don’t be on it, and he don’t get no p+ss, put a v on it

[verse 3: slump6s & maajins]
bro got a drop, “okay, we on it”
i got my foot on the game, got my knee on it
bullets go through his whole neck, make ’em seek cover
talking ’bout she love me, b+tch, “we don’t know each other”
i be so high, i’m a weed lover
i got that sh+t make that f+ck n+gga recover
mr. two ricks, i got rick owens seat covers
don’t f+ck with n+ggas, yeah, thats what i discover, b+tch
no, we don’t f+ck with lil’ bro
made a m, and you can’t hold a dub? (oh nah)
jugging his mans, thats tough
n+gga dead wrong, sipping that tuss
b+tch, shutup with the fuss
whole gang gon’ bl!ck sh+t up, one of us
b+tch, i make plays, b+tch, i’m on a hunt
bullet hitting your face, n+gga, outta luck (n+gga outta luck)

- slump6s lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS