wtf - slump6s lyrics
[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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