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Slatt (Uh)
Nobody cares, nigga
I got a blick in the trunk, huh
Walked in that bitch with a pump, huh (Shit)
Lil' ho, I do what I want, huh
That bitch mad, she call me a cunt, huh
Smokin' your pack, we gon' bunt, huh (Oh)
Your bitch ate me like honeybun, huh
We just do shit for the fun, huh
I'm your dad, bitch, you my son, yeah (Rah)
Look at my cup, yeah, it's dirty
In the hospice, tell that bitch not to worry
Glock make him dance, call him Roy Purdy
Send that boy up to the sky like a birdie, huh
Bitch call my phone, what you want? (Huh)
Look at my wrist, yeah, it came from Milan (Ha)
I'ma drop in, yeah, we hittin' the club but they know who we are,
So we skippin' the line (Slatt)
(Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah)
You niggas ain't fuckin' with me
I had to go in and harden thе G's
Got rich, shoutout Gunna, I'm pushin' them P's
I hit with Glock, I ain't fightin', huh
He ain't touch a band since Bidеn, huh
He stealin' my flow, yeah, he bitin', huh
My bitch got bad hair like a viking, huh
.50 cal on me, I'm snipin, huh
Damn, lil' boy in the dirt
I'm off the Perc', my eyes wide, Lil Durk
Come get your bitch, she tryna flirt (Haha)
In New York, I feel like I'm A.V
I fucked her friend, that's why that bitch hate me
Bitch, I ain't smokin' your weed, you gon' lace me
Rockin' that red, yeah, shoutout Steve Lacy
That nigga ain't slide, he pullin' a fakey
Bullets gon' ride through his car, no escaping
Four pockets full, bitch, I feel like Lil Baby
I'm with the smoke, I ain't talking 'bout vaping (Shit)
I got a blick in the trunk, huh
Walked in that bitch with a pump, huh (Shit)
Lil' ho, I do what I want, huh
That bitch mad, she call me a cunt, huh
Smokin' your pack, we gon' bunt, huh (Oh)
Your bitch ate me like honeybun, huh
We just do shit for the fun, huh
I'm your dad, bitch, you my son, yeah (Rah)
Look at my cup, yeah, it's dirty
In the hospice, tell that bitch not to worry
Glock make him dance, call him Rick Perry
Send that boy up to the sky like a birdie, huh
Bitch call my phone, what you want? (Huh)
Look at my wrist, yeah, it came from Milan (Ha)
I'ma drop in, yeah, we hittin' the club but they know who we are,
so we skippin' the line (Slatt)