[Intro]
Slatt, slatt
Turn up, slime ball
[Chorus]
Mook want a hook, but I didn't want a hook
Thoughts in my head, this shit like a book
You say that you slime but you not a crook
I got 'bout a half but I didn't know I took
They tried play the kid, I got overlooked
We pull up with sticks and let that bitch brrr
Skinny boy, still give no fuck, hell on foot
That Bentley I hop out, we still chop the roof
Mook want a hook, but I didn't want a hook
Thoughts in my head, this shit like a book
You say that you slime but you not a crook
I got 'bout a half but I didn't know I took
They tried play the kid, I got overlooked
We pull up with sticks and let that bitch brrr
Skinny boy, still give no fuck, hell on foot
That Bentley I hop out, we still chop the roof
[Verse 1]
We still chop that motherfuckin' roof
I fuck that lil' ho then she douche
I came with my team
Glock come in, got a infrared beam
I tear the streets up in a foreign machine
I'm all in her stomach, I love how she scream
That ST forty got a lemon squeeze
It's gon' rip up your lil' bitty jeans
I need to stop it
These niggas gay pop stars so I call 'em lollies
Bust at my nigga, you know he gon' pop it
I'm stackin' six figures, I don't need a wallet
Silence your team, we ballin' like [?]
Spanish the one, she callin' me Papi
They claimin' six-six-six, that's how many we send to your noggin
Slatt, slatt
Turn up, slime ball
[Chorus]
Mook want a hook, but I didn't want a hook
Thoughts in my head, this shit like a book
You say that you slime but you not a crook
I got 'bout a half but I didn't know I took
They tried play the kid, I got overlooked
We pull up with sticks and let that bitch brrr
Skinny boy, still give no fuck, hell on foot
That Bentley I hop out, we still chop the roof
Mook want a hook, but I didn't want a hook
Thoughts in my head, this shit like a book
You say that you slime but you not a crook
I got 'bout a half but I didn't know I took
They tried play the kid, I got overlooked
We pull up with sticks and let that bitch brrr
Skinny boy, still give no fuck, hell on foot
That Bentley I hop out, we still chop the roof
[Verse 1]
We still chop that motherfuckin' roof
I fuck that lil' ho then she douche
I came with my team
Glock come in, got a infrared beam
I tear the streets up in a foreign machine
I'm all in her stomach, I love how she scream
That ST forty got a lemon squeeze
It's gon' rip up your lil' bitty jeans
I need to stop it
These niggas gay pop stars so I call 'em lollies
Bust at my nigga, you know he gon' pop it
I'm stackin' six figures, I don't need a wallet
Silence your team, we ballin' like [?]
Spanish the one, she callin' me Papi
They claimin' six-six-six, that's how many we send to your noggin
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