PTSO Slump6s

[Intro]
Fft, fft
Fft, fft, fft, fft
Fft, fft

[Pre-Chorus]
Huh, I don't want you callin' me up
I don't want you hittin' my phone
'Cause you know what that shit gon' lead to
So bitch, can you leave me alone?

[Chorus]
Lil' bro got the drank, pour it up (Fft, fft)
I'm just tryna get in my mood
It feel like I ran out of love (Fft)
Oh, you too? That make me and you both
I'm mixin' up, all kind of drugs (Yeah)
Don't really know what I'm gettin' put on
I put some rackies on her (Yeah)
Lil' bitch, like when I put this shit on (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
Too turnt up, nigga, turn me down
Two fours, I ain't rockin' no jersey (Yeah)
Wu-Tang bitch, rockin' old school diamonds
Only 19, racks in my 30s (Yeah)
AP watch, call it, "Perfect timin'" (Yeah)
Told gang, "I got you, don't worry" (Yeah)
Play with my gang, then you know that I'm slidin'
Last nigga tried gang, got murked (Got murked)
Cut that hoe off, she hurt
Rich young nigga, had to move to the 'burbs (Phew)
On thе block cuttin' O's, Lil Durk
I hit that hoe, one leg likе Dirk, uh
Had to cut that hoe off, she a flirt (Flirt, flirt, flirt)
AMG, make the whole shit swerve
In the car, hoe, throwin' some ass
Like my money, watch the lil' hoe twerk
Brought the hoe to my crib, told the hoe, "Lay down"
Instagram, 'cause I'm chasin' the layout
Rack on his head, he could go any day now (Any day)
Love this hoe, but I'm stuck in my ways (Bee, bee)
I just get in the booth, and I let all my pain out (In the booth)
In the store, bitch, I ball NBA
I just copped a new chain, I blew like 20k on it
Swear to God, I love you and the way that you ride it, I think about you everyday now
Most these raps niggas broke, they just tryna hide it
I swear, they be so in denial
Got so high, man, I'm tryna link up with the pilot
My diamonds be wet, like the Nile
Don't try one of my niggas, 'cause it can get violent
Get fucked up, if you doin' wild
I just call up my bitch, tellin' her, what the fuck I look like tryna give her a title?