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(专辑: Rookie Of The Year - 2021)
Go 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