
letra de wtf - slump6s
[intro]
uh, uh, c’mon
ayy, top dog up in this, you already know what the f-ck goin’ on
tell a n-gga keep it p, n-ggas know what the f-ck i’m on, man
this some malice sh-t
(hollywood j)
yeah
[verse 1]
ar on me, it’s for self and defense
b-tch, i ain’t buy it for nothin’ (uh-huh, what?)
book me for a show, need a flight and a check
b-tch, i ain’t slidin’ for nothin’ (c’mon)
was sixteen when i started writin’ ’em checks
with bsaint, and we high as the f-ck (no cap)
f-ck the industry, don’t do stunts
[?]
[chorus]
huh, backdoor, f-ck ’bout the front
mask up, came, boy, we on the hunt
top floor, bad b-tch, i’m with a sl-t
bankroll fat, sh-t, i’m addin’ up
[?]
hit my ho, like, “we breakin’ up”
it’s my time, i gotta wake ’em up
[verse 2]
slidin’ on a opp block, we shake it up
huh, i’m the one that’s goin’ back to back, like it’s the basketball
b-tch, we could hoop
f-ck all these rappin’ n-ggas, and they groups
b-tch, i been thе one, don’t compare me, boy, to who?
huh, top dog, i’m scooby doo
b-tch, i’m ’bout to pop off, i’m in that mood
f-ckin’ my rocks off, shе gotta move
put that n-gga on fox 5, we known to shoot (let do it)
ever since i gave this lil’ ho my number, this b-tch started spammin’ it
b-tch, i been in that work, put my hand in it
twin, i ain’t ask for the throne, i demanded it
that’s a new 100k, rubber band the sh-t
gave some n-ggas my time, they took this sh-t for granted
up ten racks, now that b-tch finna ‘stand that i been had guap, this sh-t [?]
it ain’t hard to just follow the trend, b-tch, i been had hits from ny to the yams
it was some n-ggas that i called my man’s, now they got cut short, couldn’t stick to the plan
[?]
walk around like it’s the motherland
i just popped me a x, i nod off ’til i land
i’m rockin’ my balenci’ chain into the venue
[chorus]
huh, backdoor, f-ck ’bout the front
mask up, came, boy, we on the hunt
top floor, bad b-tch, i’m with a sl-t
bankroll fat, sh-t, i’m addin’ up
[?]
hit my ho, like, “we breakin’ up”
it’s my time, i gotta wake ’em up
it’s my time, i gotta wake ’em up
[verse 3]
hey, it’s-it’s ’bout nine hoes, i’m tryna f-ck
yo’ b-tch she wanderin’
i’m tryna pull up on that, then she gon’ pull up, eat d-ck, then i’m done with her
in la, gettin’ high [?]
now i’m blowin’ this weed, this sh-t bubblegum
backed out a vetements piece, this sh-t one of one
been had hoes, but lil’ 6 tryna double up
both my b-lls, got yo’ b-tch tryna guzzle up (eugh)
designer drugs, i done went tryna smuggle them
i’m tryna f-ck, b-tch, i ain’t tryna snuggle up
brother tryna shoot, like he been in the bubble, uh
grind time, [?]
popped up a perc’, and ever since then we on my time
rappin’ n-ggas, i don’t f-ck with them
[?]
slidin’ in the amg, like, what the f-ck?
[outro]
ayy, slatt
what the f-ck?
huh, top dog
ayy, lil’ baby
woo (gang)
woo, woo
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