[Intro: SleazyWorld Go]
Okay
Everybody put they Glocks in the air for me
Put your shit up
You got a stick on your shit, you got a fifty on your shit, put your shit in the air for me
Ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy (Uh)
Grrt (Uh)
[Verse 1: SleazyWorld Go]
Last opp we caught was at the store, we had to scrape him (Skrrt)
Lil' bro hopped out trippin' with that switchy, he done faced him (Grrt)
Face shot, face shot, frrt frrt, they couldn't save him
We the ones gettin' busy up in the city, that's on my baby (That's on my son)
They block like a drive-thru, ask the opps how much we slide through
Ain't beefin', but you they family, you get caught, then you gon' die too (Dumbass)
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, stop the whip
Let me out, this chopstick gon' leave him open like a zip (Zzz)
Zip him up, tell buddy 'nеm ass to come and pick him up (Come pick him up)
Niggas fakin', acting like thеy thug life 'til we hit 'em up (Hit 'em up)
Lot of niggas don't like me, for what? I ain't even did shit (I ain't even did nothin')
Make his bitch take dick to the head, I ain't even hit yet
How you mad she choosing me? I like what she do to me
She say she feel safer over here, this where the shooters be
She say ain't no pape' up over there, shit, she barely eatin' (She starvin')
Can barely feed hisself, she told me, "Help, this nigga barely feed me"
Okay
Everybody put they Glocks in the air for me
Put your shit up
You got a stick on your shit, you got a fifty on your shit, put your shit in the air for me
Ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy (Uh)
Grrt (Uh)
[Verse 1: SleazyWorld Go]
Last opp we caught was at the store, we had to scrape him (Skrrt)
Lil' bro hopped out trippin' with that switchy, he done faced him (Grrt)
Face shot, face shot, frrt frrt, they couldn't save him
We the ones gettin' busy up in the city, that's on my baby (That's on my son)
They block like a drive-thru, ask the opps how much we slide through
Ain't beefin', but you they family, you get caught, then you gon' die too (Dumbass)
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, stop the whip
Let me out, this chopstick gon' leave him open like a zip (Zzz)
Zip him up, tell buddy 'nеm ass to come and pick him up (Come pick him up)
Niggas fakin', acting like thеy thug life 'til we hit 'em up (Hit 'em up)
Lot of niggas don't like me, for what? I ain't even did shit (I ain't even did nothin')
Make his bitch take dick to the head, I ain't even hit yet
How you mad she choosing me? I like what she do to me
She say she feel safer over here, this where the shooters be
She say ain't no pape' up over there, shit, she barely eatin' (She starvin')
Can barely feed hisself, she told me, "Help, this nigga barely feed me"
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