What’s Next? (Original) Slump6s

[Intro]
Ayy, yeah
(Swi-Swishrr beats)
Ayy

[Verse 1]
Whole lotta racks, seen this bitch get fest
Five hunnid dollar, Chrome Heart on my neck
Tell him, "Speak up", I ain't hear what he said
I'm with my slime and he tote twin TEC's
Nigga want war, said "Okay, bet"
Yeah, slidin', I'm comin' correct
I just been thuggin', this bih' want sex
Huh, fifty on rocks, what's next? (Huh)
Oh, you want Ruth Chris? Huh
Fifty on wrist, that's cool kid (Yeah), huh
Nigga just like Nike "let do this", huh
Play with them racks, you stupid, huh
Fell in love with my drip, no cupid, huh
Gang still smoke out the QP
True jeans, right on my ass, how true this? (Huh)
Cops on my ass, don't lose me

[Verse 2]
Huh
I'm with my demons
Nigga that's 666
Nigga yo whole crew bitch
Walk in Neimans, spent ya whole check on drip
Last nigga pushеd, got spinned
I'ma playmaker
Twin gon' setup thе pick, make sure I get the assist
He a full hater
Nigga might fly to New York, ballin' so hard like a Knick
Huh, roll a spliff, I need the fronto
When them racks came, I need it pronto
She give the best brain, straight to her tonsil
My "M" for M's, y'all "M" for McDonalds (Huh)
Hey, pull up and gon' shoot in a formal
Backdoor, left that shit paranormal
Cutthroat, I'm in this bih' with a sword
He want gun smoke, we put that boy on the board
Pack him, he got no face anymore
Known to send bitch niggas up to the lord
Pack him, now that boy facin' the floor
.45's, goin' through Honda Accords
Put the Perc' in my drank, 'cause it feel right
Put the Glock to his pack, he got kill time
Treat the bitch like a dog, but she still mine
Fake ass drip, but we sippin' on real line
[?]
2.23s, this shit sound like a drum line (Huh)
That bitch in love with my punchline (Ugh)
I'm tryna shoot when it's crunch time (Boop, boop, boop)