Water

(الألبوم: King Of The Nawf - 2019)

[Slim Thug:]
Huh
Know what I'm talking 'bout?
Slim fresh out the shop man, I say man, let me put some motherfucking music together for this shit

Big wide body ship, taking off at the light
Only come out when that sun out, '4s shining so bright
I was mixing '4s and Sprite before you came out your pop's pipe
I been a boss your whole life
Little nigga get your mind right
This is Texas
And you gon' respect this
Baddest bitches in the city, put them on my checklist
Your house ain't worth my necklace
Thuggers stay flexing
Hit the gym five times a week, so no stressing
Boss like dressing
Hope you get the message
Only got one life to live, I hope you catch your blessings
Look at me finessing
The flow I be undressing, your hoe
Told me please hit it slow
Then she say she can't take no more
Damn bro, life sucks
Like these Instagram sluts
With them big fine butts
In her DM tryna cut
What the fuck too many ballers
Throwing beers, tryna sprawl her
Picked her up in my Impala
Hit it once and I ain't call her
Thugger

[Killa Kyleon:]
Bill
Yuh, let me talk my shit
Uh, never hear Bill talk cheap
Sipping on mud, Ima talk in my sleep
Hoe breaking salt, but it calms my peace
1500 what I got on my feet
This Off-White what I got on my back
Selling off white, what I got in my pack
Don't play ball, but I play with them racks
City Gear niggas don't know about sacks
Just dropped 30 in the 5.0
Roger gon' blow when I ride through slow
20 x 9s in the beeze I'll go
VVS diamonds, yeah I got that glow
Woah, better when I slip and slide
Pretty little face with the hips and thighs
Screw in my deck, jamming hypnotized
'Wood full of gas smoke grip the 9
Cups stay muddy like Harvey hit it
Ain't 'bout the money, don't bargain with 'em
C-O-D, I don't argue with 'em
Tryna take something, I bet a carbon hit 'em
Boss-like nigga got an army with him
Take a nigga bitch, I'm charming nigga
Pocket full of paper like Charmin in 'em
I'm with the smoke bitch I'm farming, grilling
Yeah, bitch I put on for my city
I'm in the coupe that don't come with no ceiling
Won't take a deal for no less than a million
Your bitch American, that's how I'm feeling
Ice on my neck got me cool so I'm chilling
Rapping ain't working so I'm back to dealing
I ain't went broke that got him in his feelings
Go get forensics I'm making a killing, yeah