Slingshot Lyrics

Hey

Yeah

I done lost the pack now I bounce back

Just like a slingshot

Fumble with the pack he ain't bring it back

So I gotta bring shot

I done lost the pack now I bounce back

Just like a slingshot

Fumble with the pack he ain't bring it back

So I gotta bring shot

I done dripped up now she wanna fuck

Baby this ain't Cartier

Diamond in the rough gold on my stuff

Say she wanna party yeah

Nigga play tough hit him with the puck

Bitch this ain't hockey yeah

Hit him with the stick slip a nigga disc

I ain't talking jockey yeah

Oh woah

I pushed away like baskets

Leave these niggas flabbergasted

Really been to Calabasas

Strippers see me shake they asses

Skipping hoes ain't talking classes

Get the pole turn him to ashes

Pass the dope I'm finna ash it

Bitch I'm feeling fantastic

I pull up then my mans blasting

Know these measures get drastic

Pull up hit that nigga in his stomach

Gon' and shit bag him

Ain't no sense in hopping off that porch

If you ain't tote that torch

Geeking off a percocet and still see you niggas dorks

Working to be who I am destined to be

Still come to the stu but I'm stuck in the streets

You bout it but boy you be ducking the beef

Shootout in the day bitch it's nothing to me

They hate on nigga they know imma shine

Move weight on a nigga you know it's a grind

Fugazi lil nigga I see that you lying

Three-eighty lil nigga I came with the nine

Leanin' I just keep on pouring up

I got the color purple

We don't do no beefin' on the net

We just yank up and hurt you

Mama always told me have some patience

Cause that shit a virtue

Aye keep 'em close or they'll murk you

Gotta keep a small circle

I beat him til he turn blurple

Get pistol whipped

I can't slide unless that shit for certain

We with the shit

And if it's there then we gon' blow his burtains

With fifty clips

I got them bullets leave your doors hurting

I plead the fifth

I done lost the pack now I bounce back

Just like a slingshot

Fumble with the pack he ain't bring it back

So I gotta bring shot

I done lost the pack now I bounce back

Just like a slingshot

Fumble with the pack he ain't bring it back

So I gotta bring shot

I done dripped up now she wanna fuck

Baby this ain't Cartier

Diamond in the rough gold on my stuff

Say she wanna party yeah

Nigga playing tough hit him with the puck

Bitch this ain't hockey yeah

Hit him with the stick slip a nigga disc

I ain't talking jockey yeah

Slip a nigga disc I ain't talking jockey yeah

Hit him with the puck I ain't talking hockey yeah

Yeah aye yeah

Oh woahh

Ohh

Oh woahhh yeah