all i do Slump6s
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[Verse 1]
Run up a rack, my pockets can't fold
I fuck a hoe, she twenty years old
I'm kickin' shit, ain't talkin' bout' [?]
We finna shoot at your house
That nigga rat like a mouse, Mickey
She tryna take off her blouse
Look at my bank account, fifty
Racks up, by the cost
[Chorus]
He finna cry 'bout a hoe, laugh at his ass, he a joke
She tryna give me the throat, no Polo G, I'm the G.O.A.T
No way, I cannot fold, I just might hop out that four-door coupe
Yeah, hop out that car, then shoot, run that money, that's all I do
[Verse 2]
C-C-Call up Tana, he sent me the beat
You want a feature? Boy, send me the fee
That nigga talkin' but he wanna be like me
It's really ain't hard to believe
I ain't a dad, I got so many sons
Not in the army, got so many guns
He tryna run up, he gotta be dumb
Bitch, are you stupid? The fuck?
B-B-Bitch, I been countin' the bucks
That nigga hoggin' the blunt
He finna put on a front
I'm finna put on her bun
My nigga shoot shit for fun
My nigga shoot shit for nothin'
She really think she the one
Yeah, I fuck her once, then I'm done
Run up a rack, my pockets can't fold
I fuck a hoe, she twenty years old
I'm kickin' shit, ain't talkin' bout' [?]
We finna shoot at your house
That nigga rat like a mouse, Mickey
She tryna take off her blouse
Look at my bank account, fifty
Racks up, by the cost
[Chorus]
He finna cry 'bout a hoe, laugh at his ass, he a joke
She tryna give me the throat, no Polo G, I'm the G.O.A.T
No way, I cannot fold, I just might hop out that four-door coupe
Yeah, hop out that car, then shoot, run that money, that's all I do
[Verse 2]
C-C-Call up Tana, he sent me the beat
You want a feature? Boy, send me the fee
That nigga talkin' but he wanna be like me
It's really ain't hard to believe
I ain't a dad, I got so many sons
Not in the army, got so many guns
He tryna run up, he gotta be dumb
Bitch, are you stupid? The fuck?
B-B-Bitch, I been countin' the bucks
That nigga hoggin' the blunt
He finna put on a front
I'm finna put on her bun
My nigga shoot shit for fun
My nigga shoot shit for nothin'
She really think she the one
Yeah, I fuck her once, then I'm done
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