FRIDAY NIGHT SLUMPIN Lyrics

Stop, drop, roll

Man this fire beat is killing mane

Keep on tripping

B-b-bitching

Off the kid your missing aye

Hot like a stove

Boy you touching me

You feel the pain

Fuck the dissing

You ain't with it

Catch a body any day

Really with the shits

Wanna test it

Come and taste the blade

You a little bitch

homie nothing but a fucking fake

Really with a clique

Wanna bet

They all fucking lame

Leave a pussy slept

Blood dripping off his fucking face

All black dark tats

Call me fucking gothic

Step back matter fact

Homie you ain't hot shit

Gat packed fuck that

Pussy you ain't nothing

Blade slash throat gash

Homie you ain't want this

Itching and vicious

I'm fucking tweaking with problems

With this blade wanna slay

I Just think it may solve them

On a mission to dish it

Blade straight through your body

Aye fixing for killing

Bitch no one can stop me

Chop up bro

Man this fucking urge is killing me

Keep on sipping

Fucking spinning

Off the drink I'm dizzy aye

Heart real cold

Can't seem to feel a fucking thing

Catch you slipping

You ain't with it

Rock your fucking world away

Slit a fucking wrist bitch

I ain't even fucking playing

Once you on my hit list

Destined for a fucking grave

Little fucking trick bitch

With a blade lets fucking dance

Get a load of this shit

Someone killed they fucking mans