Slander you ft. King Solid Lyrics

They gon' drop, so you believe it, then your ass a fool

Them hollow tips had eight hit necks, so he eat through a tool

My stick got five, five, six, little boy, your shit got twenty tools

I bet I come through shit with bags, just like Sunday

Heard you been speaking on my name, but we got stick for days

Shit from sunset two to two-two-three to three-oh-eight

You can crash out your whole gang, I bet I hold my weight

Keep seeing faces in my drinks, that's why I stay up late

Stay down, stack that paper money, only thing I chase

Rhyme with a semi, you can't catch one to the face

Know that young nigga ain't sweet, he keep a glizzy, play you late

Know that pistol packin' heat, so you approach, you meet your date

I remember late nights when we would have to go and strike

Keep it on you in the street, cause I done seen this shit ain't right

Niggas undercover hatin', he might wanna take your life

Said something and we gon' smoke him, we gon' pop him back tonight

Bitches say they love, but I know that hoe might switch

Say they love you, you just want some paper or some dick

I been crossed too many times, so I never trust a bitch

I been through some hard times and ain't nobody gave me shit

They gon' drop, so you believe it, then your ass a fool

Them hollow tips had eight hit necks, so he eat through a tube

My stick got five, five, six, little boy, your shit got twenty-two

I bet I come through shit with bags, just like Santa do

Heard you been speaking on my name, but we got stick for days

Shit from sunset-two to two-two-three to three-oh-eight

You can crash out your whole gang, I bet I hold my weight

Keep seeing faces in my dreams, that's why I stay up late

I just bought me a new stick so I can roast my chicken

These niggas actin' like some bitches, they squat when they pissin

Ain't gotta say too much in song, cause they know how I'm livin

I can see straight through the hate, bitch, I got tunnel vision

I'm dripped to my socks, and my pockets swollen, hell, you know how we rock

They say only time can tell, but I fucked up the clock

Even before I let out shot, that boy had dropped the glock

Now my opp block hot, bro, just hit my phone

Asked me where the motion at, I said, it's in my home

I told him, stay out niggas' face, cause all these niggas clones

I told these hoes, get out my face, cause, bitch, I'm in my zone

Bitch, won't you leave me alone

They gon' drop, so you believe it, then your ass a fool

Them hollow tips had eight-head necks, so he eat through a tube

My stick got five-facet, lil' boy, your shit got twenty-two

I bet I come through shit with bands, just like Sundew

Heard you been speakin' on my name, but we got stick for days

Shit from sunset two to two-two-three to three-oh-eight

You can't crash out your whole gang, I bet I hold my weight

Keep seein' faces in my dreams, that's why I stay up late