SLY SHIT! ft. adil & BabyBlaccson Lyrics

These bitches they be on that sly shit

These bitches they be on that sly shit

These bitches they be on that sly shit

Lost my mind in the gutter

Got so high with my brothers

Been through life with that pain on my chest

When my name wasn't Tec, I just suffered

Y'all know who I am, now it's different

I guess now y'all seeing the picture

You know I can't fuck with these bitches

Baby girl, do not call me your mister

Bad hoe on my lap, bitch, I'm bricked up

She know that I trap on my finsta

But she like me, she keepin' her lips shut

And she told me she love my charisma

And I know that I'm keepin' her rizzed up

In the back of her mind, she a sinner

Next minute I'm beatin' that kitty up

Next week I'll be fuckin' her sister

And that shorty really a gripper

She showed me Tec on the playlist

She begged me to know she a keeper

But I can't do that cause I'm A-list

She throwin' it back up on my dick

Then got in a fight with my side bitch

These bitches they be on that sly shit

These bitches they be on that sly shit

Rewind, minutes

Keep mine, Tinted

Divine, image

These eyes, squinted

Niggas a bitch he ain't realize aye

I keep a J like Beyonce

I never fuck with a diva, aye

They move sneaky like CIA

She actin' a fan, I been on a plan I'm blowin' the bank cause I can

She dont wanna link cause she got a man

But I got a stick in my pants

She know that I'm poppin', she understand and she hold it down for the clan

I pulled up, the pussy in hand

She busted before I began

I can't mess with no sly bitch

He aint a man, he dont fly shit

Brand new whip, no mileage

I hit it back when I'm on the timin

No time for a ho, just smoke my reefer

When I mean-mug, wigs get peeled up

I stay discreet, uh

Sippin' on drank, now I'm parched

Dont need the the key, the whip is push to start

My pockets be broke like my heart

Soon I'll be toppin' the charts

But right now she topping my, uh

But back to the script, shawty she all on my tip

She singin' my songs and she jackin' my shit

Blew in the function, but I ain't no crip

Man, snap me a photo, I'm lookin' too good in this bitch

And I stay chasin' the bean

And they get addicted to this, I'm itchin' for rich

Shit, you can just call me a fiend

I stay off the percs, I stay off the lean

I pull up for all of my niggas

You already know I do this for the team

Uh, you should just know what I mean, yeah

If you come through with a bag i might loosin' this mag

You might form us a truance

U know Tec, he manoeuvers thru tracks

And his roots still attached to the place where we grew up

Told my mom that I'm chasin' a muller

You talk shit and we break your medulla

I said it once, I'ma say it again

Cause my bars over heads like they can't do a pull-up