Slap Ave. (2024 Remastered)

Lyrics

[Intro] Repeat what you just did Uh Nigga, switches up (Uh), nigga, switches up (Come here) Zombie Land shit, man, Slap Ave in this shit (Ooh, Bi-Bighead on the beat) Bird Ave, flipped five First street, second street, third street, nigga Nigga, long live Martin in it (Huh) Nigga, know what it is, man, nigga, we run all that You hear me Yeah, uh [Chorus] Uh, bitch, I want it now, ain't tryna wait, ain't in this shit to play I'm tired of takin' souls, I'm tryna sell like twenty P's a day If every application twenty-eight, punch twenty somethin' a day I'm tryna front you P's, but you can't grind, you take too long to pay (Uh) What's that sittin' in a Christmas tree? A camo baby K I don't buy my bitch no tiny bags, come hold my switches, bae Tryna run it up off Bubble Bass like Boston Richey say I spend a couple racks just on her ass, she wanna go to Tay [Verse] I spеnd a couple racks just on his head, I want him gone today No nigga bеtter not play with 808, I up the murder rate (Yeah) Been done tryna duck the feds, that switchy on me every time I catch my play Don't want no snakes around, just stay away or you can meet the K You pass, I want my money thumbin' Uh, I'm still in the trap, sell white girl to a bunny Ridin' 'round, in the kitchen, baggin' up, that's why my nose keep runnin' Sit back grindin', manifestin' M's, that's how I know it's comin' Why she lyin'? Tryna make me wife her, bitch, I know you fuckin' Niggas dyin', once they mention me, they missin' all of sudden Birdies flyin', put it in the air, you see the dot is comin' (Uh) Ayy, ayy, uh, uh I can't sign no deal unless it's over twenty mil' or somethin' Got this lil' bitch perked off too much Casamigos, now she runnin' Need a money machine, it's gettin'— Uh, uh, need a money machine, it's too much chicken, gettin' tired of thumbin' (Yeah, ayy, ayy) [Chorus] Uh, bitch, I want it now, ain't tryna wait, ain't in this shit to play I'm tired of takin' souls, I'm tryna sell like twenty P's a day If every application twenty-eight, punch twenty somethin' a day I'm tryna front you P's, but you can't grind, you take too long to pay (Uh) What's that sittin' in a Christmas tree? A camo baby K I don't buy my bitch no tiny bags, come hold my switches, bae Tryna run it up off Bubble Bass like Boston Richey say I spend a couple racks just on her ass, she wanna go to Tay