​jabawockeez

Lyrics

[Intro: Slump6s] (ZaySkillz) (Dakota, where are you?) (Uh, okay) [Verse 1: Slump6s] Uh, I'm finna make me a bag, run it up (Yeah) I'm ballin' hard like I play for the Bucks (Yeah) Chop' hit him once, I got blood on my Dunks I get her mad, now she call me a cunt (Yeah) That nigga loud, bet this Glock make him hush (Yeah) He talkin' down, we pull up in a rush (Okay, okay) I get him gone like I work for the Russians (Ugh) We finna pop that lil' boy like a bust (Okay) Uh, yeah, that nigga mad (Yeah) Uh, yeah, I'm fuckin' his bitch Uh, yeah, I hop in a Jag' Uh, your broke ass don't got a whip [Verse 2: sgpwes & Slump6s] You don't got a whip Hop out the car and I empty the clip My pockets fat, that shit look like a blimp (Boom-boom-boom) If that nigga cry over hoes, he a simp (Okay) Bullets hit him and give him a limp (Yeah, uh-huh) Four-fivе hit him and it take off a limb (Ooh) I'm finna really take off in a jеt (Phew) Play in this bitch, you get hit in yo' neck Go to the bank and withdraw all all my checks (Yeah) He said he better than me, what the heck I took his ho, he ain't gettin' her back (Gettin' her back) I put the bag on yo' head, that's a rack (Ya) We know he broke, he can't pull out a stack (Ha-ha) That nigga broke and he know it He say he got money, well go 'head and show it Chop' in my hands and you know I'ma blow it Can't fuck with that ho, man I swear she annoying I got the missile and I'm finna deploy it Thought he was dead so we sent him to God (We sent him to God) He like to cap, man, we know he a fraud I got two pistols named Bonnie and Clyde (Yeah) [Verse 3: Slump6s] Walk in his spot, yeah, bring a K in that bitch So much money I think I could lay in that bitch She gettin' wet like a lake in that bitch Metal mouth, feel like PCAJAY in this bitch (Yeah) She is a ho, ain't no savin' that bitch Don't say hi, man, I don't even wave at that bitch Diamonds, it feel like a wave in this bitch I'm a buster, I'm feelin' like Dave in this bitch Shout-out Oxy, I beat on my chest like a ape How many hoes did I need? About eight You fuckin' up takin' her on a date I fuck that ho back to back like I'm Drake That nigga spent his whole deal on some drank Feel like Carti, I'm ridin' around in a tank or the tonka While you still in a Honda, eatin' good, Benihanas He talkin' down, turn that boy to a goner Said you want war, you want war? You don't wanna Not talkin' Mooky, we make him go boy ta-da We make his shirt go from white to a tie-dye That bitch is starin', gave that ho the side-eye Hop in the 'cLaren, I'm doin' a drive-by That nigga Wocky, I call him a Jaba Talk in the mic, and I made it my job, ah (Yeah)