Slow

Lyrics

[Intro] (Oh yeah, FatMike) (It's Lando, your bitch know, don't let your bitch go, nigga) Hey Huh [Verse] I don't want no Ruth Chris, point me to Prime and Proper That'd be they last skit, I bet we slime the robbers TYB got a shot, don't make me slide with robber Why she talkin' 'bout a kid? I hope she finds the father Why you doin' all that chattin' but can't find a dollar? She can't find a job, but best believe she found that bottle This year it's all gas, I think I finally found the trottle Unky eight bodies in, he'll probably drown in vodka My son first words'll probably try to sound out Yaga All this Balenci in the closet, switch it out with Prada Why he rappin' 'bout a wide body hoppin' out a Honda? All black Hellkitty, bitch, I'm poppin' out Wakanda Dog Shit Militia, wе don't talk shit, we bark Dog Shit Militia, we don't talk, we just spark Play it smart, thеrmal scope on the chop when it get dark Play it smart, it's gon' take the team to win, play your part, play it smart I think his bitch gettin' ran, he dropped a 'Wood and lighter Someone call him a cannon, got the whole hood on fire Gotta know we stay on the road just like some Goodyear tires Millions off the rap, it's safe to say the jugg years expired Man, I just bust a chime, I'm a liar Beann pulled up with the hoes like he tryna fight a fire Stilly put me on my head like a piledriver I get ninety-five percent back up on nine and Meijers I'm just thinkin', I'm just barkin' They just now arrivin', whole time I'm departin' They think that I'm a human, whole time I'm a martian They think they the special one, whole time, I'm retarded [Outro] ShittyBoyz