Lately Slump6s

[Intro]
(I miss you, Bryce)
(Y2, is that you?)

[Pre-Chorus]
I got soilders, yeah, they wait in the lobby
Bring that closer, hoe got ass, put it on me
Tesla Roadster, switch that out for the 'Rari

[Chorus]
I ain't tryna talk, unless it's 'bout racks, lil' baby
I got rich, on God, yeah, all four pockets fat, Lil Baby
Heard they want some smoke, 'kay bet, then we can match it, yeah, yeah
Rock Balenci' with Rick Owen, this bih' matchin' lately
I'm in LA with gang, I'm like, "Let's get tatted", yeah, yeah
I hit Neiman's, spend that bag, then make it back flip, baby
I'm in Balenci' don't rock you, no, rock fashion, baby
I almost crashed the whip, tryna change my mind, lil' baby
Please stop that actin', my niggas rеady to crash, lil' nigga
I'm all 'bout backend, man, my bitch hold my stash, lil' nigga
Get the fuck out thе trap, lil' nigga
Get up off my tracks, lil' nigga
Feel like Sosa, countin' for [?]

[Verse]
Spin his block, then spin like tornado
Yo bitch, she on my [?]
She gon' suck me up when I say so
Lil' bro not shootin' for game
Tryna get my niggas free game
[?], tryna bring the gang home
Ain't 'bout money, can't entertain it
No Chrisean Rock, these bluefaces
Twin really on the block with that thing
I was outside shoppin', spent 10 (Yeah)
I don't fuck with rap niggas, they lame
I don't fuck with these niggas at all
I don't care if they see me, I ball
[?], my dog
Mama see me on TV, oh yeah
Do you love me like Kiki? Oh yeah
Ho pull up, and eat me right now (Skrrt, skrrt)
[?] season, oh yeah
Girl, you know my heart bleedin', oh yeah
On yo' block, and we creepin', on God
He got smoked in the deep end, on God
(On yo' block, and we creepin', on God)
(He got smoked in the deep end, on God)