Slain Lyrics

You know what the fuck goin on

Damn coalition

Junie in this bitch

Gang

Ayy, okay, tell that hoe she fine

I'm like, hol' up, what's your name

Take her back to my crib

And you know she gettin' slain

Have her doin' tricks

Ayy on that David Blaine

Sergeant Major shit

Too up, y'all not in my lane

Ayy walk inside the mall

New radom racks

I dont recall

Drop bag at North Face

Cozy drip y'all ain't saw

Lil bih I'm way too raw

Oro's on me, not seein' y'all

Daycare in this bitch

I run this shit

Y'all just crawl

Damn, lil bad ass bih

I just met her off the gram

Sam I am, bih I'm the man

Ayy Pull off S class, not no Charger, no Ram

Bluebucks on me like I'm part of the Clan

Wait, shitting on them

Think I need a litter pan

Okay, tell that hoe she fine

I'm like, hol' up, what's your name

Take her back to my crib

And you know she gettin' slain

Have her doin' tricks

Ayy on that David Blaine

Sergeant Major shit

Too up, y'all not in my lane

Okay, tell that hoe she fine

I'm like, hol' up, what's your name

Take her back to my crib

And you know she gettin' slain

Have her doin' tricks

Ayy on that David Blaine

Sergeant Major shit

Too up, y'all not in my lane

Ayy, all black on me

New rick that drip ain't for free

Bitch thick like chowder

Tell her put that on me

Wax denim

God damn!

Lil' bih, I'm way too flee

Keep that pole and hollows, nah, this you can't see

She say June you fine, thanks

Can you be mine? Nah

Treat em like money, they just come and go

Yeah, yeah,

Ayy Tote my bitch like accessories

Yeah that Mac, that's a fact

And I hit it from the back, what!