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(album: Rookie Of The Year - 2021)

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Sleeze Money, uh
Yeah
Still in this bitch capping with Dan, you know?
Yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh (Let's do it)

Sleeze Money, you know we been winning
Throwing them bullets, but no, we ain't pitching
Since a toddler, you knew I been sipping
Fucking that bitch, like some sauce, yeah, I'm dipping
Perc' in the chronic and it got me itching
Hit the gas in the Demon, I'm drifting
The fuck make you think that I'm needing assistance?
You still ask your homies if they can go chip in
White and black diamonds got my jewelry blending
Need the load, then you know that I'm sending
All of your moves, why do they still be pendin'?
She don't like sucking the dick? Yeah, I'm ending
Fuck around, let all her friends in
Talking 'bout shit that I do, now I'm trending
Glocks, TECs, MACs, Smith & Wesson
You know that the Glock is my best friend
At the wedding, you know that I'm best man
Dumping out shots, we get fouled, bring the ref in
On the pull up, ain't doing that texting
You can get knocked off for doing that sexting
Clips, whips, necklace
I know a killer stack bodies like Tetris
So you better count all your blessings
Ain't fucking with niggas, a hand, I ain't lending
All of that capping and fu' shit really start pissing me off
Grabbing the sack and I run, Randy Moss
Don't make us start picking you off
The shit you been saving to get, yeah, I bought
You innocent 'til you get caught
Unless you a rat
You know my niggas not familiar with that
I made your rent off of flipping the packs
Time moving too fast, so I'm sipping the Act'
I don't think you was really out there selling crack
Man, these niggas ain't living like that
Flew to Cali, I ain't going back
Touch so much money, I ain't keeping track
We was doing them hits off the app
Sleeze Money, they touching more stacks than your dad (Your dad, bitch)
You know that my niggas been stacking
You niggas be scratching the surface, but ain't keeping traction
Hit from the back, it's a whole lot of action
Screaming loud noise, Toni Braxton
Just grabbed the load and it's massive
Don't ask for a fee, 'cause you know that I'm taxing
Runtz in my 'Wood, and you know I ain't passing
I'm feeling like Keef, hit the Turbo and that's it
Acting an ass, riding 'round Laurel Canyon
Back up, lil' bitch, no, you not my companion
Say he told in that heat, well, you know that I'm tanning
Calling plays, I feel like Peyton Manning (Yeah)
No Lasko, you know that I'm fanning
So you know that my diamonds be cool
Dripping that sauce like I stepped out a pool
All of my bitches be freaky and rude
Like a janitor, stay with a tool
Off a Perky, I get in my mood
Touching my Wocky, put you on the news
Man, I never even heard of this dude
Back in my hood, they calling me the truth
'Fit costing a fifty, I'm just in the booth
I'm fresh to death in Canadian Goose
I ain't fucking with one, man, I need about two bitches

Yeah, I need about two bitches
Uh, nigga, need 'bout two stitches, nigga, uh
And your boo listen, uh, yeah, uh, uh
Too smitten