Put to the Test

Lyrics

[Intro] (Chai) (captaincrunch presents) [Chorus: Zelly Ocho] Hm, hm Life is such a bitch (Bitch) Everybody tryna get rich 500 for blood on my kicks (Yeah) What you gon' do for a lick? I'm gettin' high, probably Tris VLAD lifestyle, gettin' high with your bitch SoIcy boy, gotta stay with a stick, yeah Yeah, we rocking that boy and we sold him a [?] My first plug gotta toss me a brick I'm down bad, had to get up a bit Dumbass boy that died on a lick Bye-bye boy, cus' that stick don't miss I told that lil' bitch I'll be back in a bit I'm on a roll, and I gotta get rich [Verse 1: Zelly Ocho] There's so much money I can go get I'm getting high as fuck, like a jet She callin' my phone, she wanna have sex I wake up, get straight to a check Yeah, I rapped with my brother in the trap Yeah, I rap, but I used to [?] You ain't right, then your ass gettin' left Playin' with me, then I'm sending you death Ain't no S on my chest Bullets hot, and they burning your flesh Fuck opps, and I hope they don't rest Racks on me, yeah, who would've guessed [Verse 2: Slimesito] Ay, in the trenches I got put to the test Real slime, got this shit in my flesh Sippin' wock, but I miss doing tech Bust down rollie, but I'd rather a patek That strap on me, yeah, I'm watching my step I'm flippin' that money, yeah, I gotta invest I fucked your bitch, why you acting so pressed? I really got that stick when I'm on a jet I'm posted in the projects, I earned respect I feel like 50 Cent when I rock a bullet proof vest She cappin' on you, man, she mad that she slept That choppa sing a lot, it [?] I stay in designer, yeah, I dress to impress Bust down rollie, and that shit got baguettes These bitches on my dick, they know that I'm next I'm showing everything, don't care about your set I been sliming niggas like I'm setting a [?] I fell in love, growing up in the projects My lawyer cost a 30, I paid on the [?] These niggas talk too much, I'd rather you say less I just beat the case again, you know I stay blessed I don't fuck with 12, but I'm still servin' [?] You playin' checkers, but I'd rather play chess I'm soupin' choppas up, I feel like a vet I just shot your dawg, I got his ass at the vet I feel like Troy, I got respect with the TEC Ain't talking money, you ain't making no sense [Chorus: Zelly Ocho] Hm, hm Life is such a bitch (Bitch) Everybody tryna get rich 500 for blood on my kicks (Yeah) What you gon' do for a lick? I'm gettin' high, probably Tris VLAD lifestyle, gettin' high with your bitch SoIcy boy, gotta stay with a stick, yeah Yeah, we rocking that boy and we sold him a [?] My first plug gotta toss me a brick I'm down bad, had to get up a bit Dumbass boy that died on a lick Bye-bye boy, cus' that stick don't miss I told that lil' bitch I'll be back in a bit I'm on a roll, and I gotta get rich