Take it Slow

Lyrics

[Intro: Pressa & Offset] Murda, Murda, Murda shit Keep all that shit when I'm talking, all that I'm just gon' load that motherfucker up and pull up Oh, you think, you think I'm sweet [Verse 1: Offset] Yeah, he thought it's sweet, yeah Fuck on a freak, yeah I made a hundred this week, yeah Yeah, I popped a perky I'm geeked, yeah Fuck on that freak on the sheets, yeah Pull up in drop top rover hova I feel like Hova, yeah I pour a Folger Folger, yeah Surrounded by dogs and cobras, yeah Huh, yeah we some soldiers, uh Put that lil bitch on a bolster Stick in your mouth, you get motored I heard that pussy boy told it Folded, we knowed it We knew that you niggas wasn't 'bout it 'bout it Just bought the Bentley, didn't want the Masi I put a two hundred thou' deposit I made the profit, think I'm 'luminati When I board on my jet I'ma count up the check Icey Patek, I just put the baguettes Sippin' on Actavis with a lil Tech Yes, yeah, I got a big check Run to the money but I never sweat Yes, yes, go to the check, ayy How does it feel to get mils? Count up the mils and I get me a chill Put her on percocet pills Get on your knees, bitch you know what it is Ah, I turn a beast on these niggas Ah, I bet my bankroll is bigger Ah, we do not fuck with these niggas Nah, we from the Nawf and we killers [Chorus: Offset] Boggs Road, remember the time when Vic told Remember Westside had the Tahoe Drop top Mustangs, we drive those That was like back in '09 though We had the nine like Rondo What the fuck I'ma be lyin' for? Flip what you doin' with that blindfold? Take it slow, pour a four, fuck a ho, let it go Take it slow, pour a four, fuck a ho, let her go Fuck a ho, let her go, fuck a ho, let her go Take it slow, pour a four, fuck a ho, let it go Take it slow, pour a four, fuck a ho, let it go Take it slow, pour a four, fuck a ho, let her go Fuck a ho, let her go, fuck a ho, let her go [Verse 2: Skippa Da Flippa] Said they want old school Impala What would she do for a dollar? If you suck it then you better swallow And she sucked the whole team up just for a follow Clean codeine, I'm a dope fiend Twenty-four pints of Act like I'm Kobe Six nugget rings, seven diamond chains OG Flippa, you can never hold me Get back-end when I show up, hold up Only the cookie I roll up, pour up Pull out a fifty then go up, slow up We having humor, you know it, you know us Just copped the Lam and I paint that bitch yellow RIP Lo, and the grunts for the L-O I go with the flow, that means I take it mellow My rings look like Nuggets, you'll think that I'm Melo Margiella stepper, only chasing cheddar I could do it better, 1K for the sweater I'm a trendsetter, Flippa Hugh Hefner Diamonds water but I want 'em little wetter Niggas snitching in the hood, man I wish a nigga would Lil baby love to ride the wood Would you shoot her if you could? We having so we do the most Pull out the hover car, put up the Ghost We popped a pint and then we have a toast Tell him lay off if he play with the yo Safe house in the Madison If it's beef then we at'ed them I'm from the Nawf, that's the trenches Shoot first, didn't matter then [Chorus: Offset] Boggs Road, remember the time when Vic told Remember Westside had the Tahoe Drop top Mustangs, we drive those That was like back in '09 though We had the nine like Rondo What the fuck I'ma be lyin' for? Flip what you doin' with that blindfold? Take it slow, pour a four, fuck a ho, let it go Take it slow, pour a four, fuck a ho, let her go Fuck a ho, let her go, fuck a ho, let her go Take it slow, pour a four, fuck a ho, let it go Take it slow, pour a four, fuck a ho, let it go Take it slow, pour a four, fuck a ho, let her go Fuck a ho, let her go, fuck a ho, let her go