Slammm Lyrics

Scared to even visit you a kid, I'm the dentist

Steel up in his teeth, metal heat up all my hatred

Delirious flow, kinda crazy, probably sickin'

And I'm dodging all these bullets like I was in the Matrix

Red or blue pill, taking both might cause some glitches

Switches on my Glock shootin' till his body twitches

If you can't see how the best gets, you should probably hit the exit

If there's booty in the club, my dick gets harder than my fist is

Booty cool, boobies bit cooler like solving Rubik's cubes

Who is you? Poor excuse, like I was dropping music school

Doody-doos, y'all be clutching glizzies, y'all some fruity fools

Not the problem starter, I'm a rookie to you Looney Tunes

Wanna hear some real shit, it's Bean and Lil Dookie

I'm beating up this beat, I'm the bully in this movie

All you rappers suck, I got no bars like it was Juvie

We not even rappers, but we better, y'all some groupies

Goofy tasting sushi, I'm smoothly, smoothie, I'm juicy

Y'all some pussy, don't get bruisey, I huffy-puffy my Uzi

Never need a bitch with a bitch need

Fucking on that bitch is the big leagues

Claiming you from the streets, you've been sesame

Tell me why your girl keep texting me

Trinity, get on your knees like you holy

Using both hands when you blow me

Nutted on a fucking jaw, this is like the holocaust

Millions of my children lost, ayy

I don't really wanna get into it

Stop with the tough talk, buddy, just do it

Told her I need her, stole that girl Beamer

She got mad at me and called me a beaner

Claim you got the cash, but your wallet looking broke, uh

I'm Big Bang to these motherfucking hoes

That is why I paint all my bitches toes

Nah, bro, I gotta cut that shit, bro Alright, fuck it, let's go

Kicking shit, kung fu, your bitches run through

When I get active, yeah, who you gon' run to

Soon as I run in the place

See the mood change and just look at your face

Tom and Jerry, yeah, it's a rat race

Stop with the chit-chat, switch up the pace

Oh, God damn

Calling me Yahweh the way that I spit shit to Godway

Hop on a verse, now the track is in good hands like allstate

Claiming they killers and drillers, but we know they all fake

I get to stepping, I'm keeping, I'm guessing like all day

They bow when they hit, when they see me, I'm just like Miyagi

Popping these Percys, now I move around like a zombie

On God, I need rehab

Calling me Woody, cause I got my snake in your boot

You never bodied nobody so move

I'm 69 the dime in the room

But in the meantime, need a little me time

Making her beatbox, after I beatbox

No need to detox, if you wanna see God

Fucking with me, dawg, I can make that thing talk

Boy, you better calm down

Sticking my ding-a-ling in that little freaky thing

Now I need some gatorade, whoa

Electrolyzed

Stuffing that bitch like a ravioli

Get on her knees like that bitch was holy

Tires, they spin like a roly-poly

Can't save no hoes like retired goalies

What are you talking about, man