[Intro]
I don't want this-
I don't want this on my head, okay
SL¥TE WORK, what you thinkin' about?
I'm done doing this
Do it again?

[Verse 1: SL¥TE]
(SL¥TE WORK, what you thinkin' about?)
Evidently work, put this dick in ya mouth
Heaven sent me first, so I never got the verse in person
Guess the message still trickling down
(Get the fuck out of here)
So while I'm waitin' for that
Let me get off my ass and make a fuckin' grip with this rap
I used to cop a sack so a nigga don't spazz
But without it I been spazzin' on emaculate tracks
And I still smoke
Keep me in my fuckin' zone when I feel low
Low key killin' niggas dreams, yea I kill slow
Low key dickin' in between, how it feel ho
Then uh-oh! niggas gettin' agitated
When I make a fuckin' track, you should be happy I made it
When I'm droppin' them hits, don't get to coppin' the fifth
Get to noddin' ya head, and get to poppin' with this
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