Foulin Da Plug! Slump6s

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[Verse]
That nigga hating, but he rockin' Reebok, this XD on me, make him beatbox
Killin' Dakota? Hm, he thought
Said he got bitches, he fuck with an e-thot (Ooh shit, man)
I'm flipping shit, like I'm Rob Van Dam, he got a stick, but it god-damn jammed
That ho tried holdin' my god-damn hand
Put the strap to his brain, now I call him a, “Dick-head”
GTA, bitch, you failin' the mission
Shooter from Detroit, I ain't talkin' the Pistons, no cotton, but your bitch is pickin'
Woah, woah, woah, don't cancel me
I call her phone, and that lil' ho gon' answer me
I cool her down, now that girl is a fan of me
Fuckin' her once, now I'm part of the family
I hit it once, and then I'm finna dip off
One, two, three, bitch, I'm ready for lift-off
Pee in her cereal, now that bitch pissed off
Bitch off the cigarettes, smokin' a menthol
Scammin' your unclе, he doin' my taxes
NBA, bitch, you not in my bracket
Not talkin' tеnnis, my money, I rack it
Blow a bomb in this bitch, I Iraq it
Spanish ho talkin', I call IRS
Been up all night, man, I ain't get no rest
Countin' up money, boy, you know the rest
She tryna cuff me, ain't talkin' arrest (Gang)