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Don't Slip

 

Don't Slip

(album: Pain Built - 2022)


Sound To Your Mind
Hey, wait a minute
Madara
Rrr-rrr
Raindrops, gunshots
Raindrops and gunshots
Put the sun down, drill up the drop-top

Young, rich and I'm getting gwop
Man's giving your bitch back shots (Uh)
Two new chains made by Shyne, they both came VV'd off (Shyne)
All day I was doing 0.1's by I
Fucked up my scale they weren't on point
And I pressured them, could never be opps when they ain't ever scored no points

I'm popping the door in any foreign (Pop them doors)
That's me, two AP's on one wrist
She got the biggest back that I seen (Big)
So I pulled up, let me say something (Skrr)
Two-fifty on my car (Two-fifty)
And the jakes try stop me (What they doin?)
Black Amiri, put this blicky in her bra
My girl said that she got me (Aight)
Step out on wass, stab man up
You know that we get it done properly (Ching, ching)
Twist my knife, all in your chest
Me, I love a kitchen one, not a zombie
I'm like Jason, born to kill
From a yute I didn't choose this path (Nah)
Double R, man's cruising past
Rap now, I live like a super star
I'm a double G so I wrap my mash in silk, it's a Gucci scarf
Come to the yard, I dick her down
And send her the Uber fast (She's gone)
Rose gold Patek on my wrist (Patek)
It's all baguettes with the faces
Sometimes I think why you're watching me (Look)
More time I forget I'm famous

Young, rich and I'm getting gwop (Sound To Your Mind)
Man's giving your bitch back shots
Two new chains made by Shyne, they both came VV'd off (Shyne)
All day I was doing 0.1's by I
Fucked up my scale they weren't on point (Hey, wait a minute)
And I pressured them, could never be opps when they ain't ever scored no points

Thirteen racks on my grills
But it's only 'cuh I'm a rapper
WD let me clean these teeth
'Cuh I've really been using my arm and hammer (Clean it)
Sixty racks on my closet
Nothing worn twice it's obvious (nothin)
Bro try slap man live in the mains, it's obvious
It's way too bait (what you doin?)
Still shoot on Risky Roadz like Novelist
Do it on any estate
Bro just snapped them turnt them hostage
Then we went show and made them moshpits
Get a nine bar, watched how I botched this
Diamonds on my neck they're frosted (Ice)
If she peng, I don't care what the cost is (Nah)
And I pull up in a Porsche
I don't care if I crash this
Tell them hold the deposit

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