Water

Lyrics

[Intro: Slim Thug] Huh Know what I'm talking 'bout? Slim fresh out the shop man, I say man, let me put some motherfucking music together for this shit [Verse 1: Slim Thug] Big wide body ship, taking off at the light Only come out when that sun out, '4s shining so bright I was mixing '4s and Sprite before you came out your pop's pipe I been a boss your whole life, little nigga, get your mind right This is Texas, and you gon' respect this Baddest bitches in the city, put them on my checklist Your house ain't worth my necklace, thugga stay flexing Hit the gym five times a week, so no stressing Boss like dressing, hope you get the message Only got one life to live, I hope you catch your blessings Look at me finessing the flow, I be undressing your ho Told me "please hit it slow," then she say she can't take no more Damn bro, life sucks like these Instagram sluts With them big fine butts, in her DM tryna cut What the fuck, too many ballers throwing beers, tryna sprawl her Picked her up in my Impala, hit it once and I ain't call her Thugga [Verse 2: Killa Kyleon] Bill Yuh, let me talk my shit Uh, never hear Bill talk cheap Sipping on mud, I'ma talk in my sleep Ho breaking salt, but it calms my peace 1500 what I got on my feet This Off-White what I got on my back Selling off white, what I got in my pack Don't play ball, but I play with them racks City Gear niggas don't know about sacks Just dropped 30 in the 5.0 Roger gon' blow when I ride through slow 20 x 9s in the beeze I'll go VVS diamonds, yeah, I got that glow Woah, better when I slip and slide Pretty little face with the hips and thighs Screw in my deck, jamming hypnotized 'Wood full of gas smoke, grip the 9 Cups stay muddy like Harvey hit it Ain't 'bout the money, don't bargain with 'em C-O-D, I don't argue with 'em Tryna take something, I bet a carbon hit 'em Boss-like nigga got an army with him Take a nigga bitch, I'm charming, nigga Pocket full of paper like Charmin in 'em I'm with the smoke, bitch, I'm farming, grilling Yeah, bitch, I put on for my city I'm in the coupe that don't come with no ceiling Won't take a deal for no less than a million Your bitch American, that's how I'm feeling Ice on my neck got me cool, so I'm chilling Rapping ain't working, so I'm back to dealing I ain't went broke, that got him in his feelings Go get forensics, I'm making a killing, yeah