cant trust a slatt Lyrics

I told her, shake it cause it's fat You can't hop up in this car if you ain't

down to catch a hat If we really speak fashion, you in the gangsta

use a rat Kiss a buddy out the bonga, we gon' put him

in our pack Too slimy, you can't trust a slap

My gang, we don't never lack What is 2-3 in my sack

They all poking out my jeans, had them asking, what is that

Girl, no my gang be having, go to sex and drop a rack

We got 50 dozen blues, ain't no ones inside this stack

We the ones that have emotion, nigga, jawed up, need some low

She steady blowing out my phone, while I'm sipping purple potion

I'm quick to get the bowls in, bitch, you know the trap stay open

I'm a big dog in this water, come around, it ain't no flowy

He had tough behind computers, push up on him, now he choked

My clip be longer than a ruler, must not see this shit, I'm told

Lil' ho thought I wasn't lame, she see my name and now she gone

Just a goofy in disguise, he a lame and now she showing

He a lame, can't fuck with us, when I move, he back to dust

Move around with all that flagging, then when, nigga, you got touched

I pick too much for these guns, so why he try to knuckle up

I heard he try to skirt off, but don't 5'5", sis, at least it's stoked

I tap my bro like park the car, ain't nobody made it far

Put his dumb ass in my wood, I can't smoke him and it's gone

Fuck the fame, I bust my pole, they call me a shooting star

Bitch, I rock out with this metal like I got a new guitar

Niggas pussy in they suites, snap him like a candy bar

Hit that block and press delete, you know I slide with double R

Had him running on they feet, chase him down, I had to hop

Bitch, I'm tryna count these green, I don't got no time to talk

Know he was dead on that scene when I saw that white top

Shhh, tryna be a bully, get your dumb ass wiped off

Coming through a hundred shots, I ain't talking young, dawg

Sit here dumb ass on the ground, just like we playing talk, girl

We putting tags on they toes, send my slatted, take your pole

He a bitch without his game, make lil' buddy tuck his throat

It may not show chest enough, leave your body on the floor

She act like I'm stressing her, lil' bitch, you can't hit the door

Chase a bitch for my money, that's a no, I need my load

Don't play no opp inside the party, youngest quitter do the most

We the ones that get it started, turn his sweet ass to a ghost

If he ain't smart, he must be slow, I was dying for a post