Slow Up Lyrics

They're prayin' we Slow Up

No way since we're doper

They're hatin' we know but

We came in to smoke you

They're prayin' we Slow Up

No way since we're doper

They're hatin' we know but

We came in, to smoke you

Baby, it's the Bizness

I'm the illest, with the flow

Drippin', liquid gold

Beneficial if you're close

I'm official, fuck a whistle

I got bitches that'll blow

Bitch dimissed you

Get a tissue

Nigga cry yourself a boat

What's the issue?

Nigga listen

If you really wanna grow

Then get rid of all the bitches

That's affliction on ya soul

Self sufficient, independent bitches only in my zone

I'm the realest in the whole

World

Niggas in my throne

Finna get a rude awakening

When Tatum make it home

Like, who the fuck is y'all niggas?

Where do you belong?

Get the fuck outta my chair

Bitch, the heir right here

I'm the real Jon Snow

White Walker Nike Airs

That's New Yorker type of gear

Your daughter might've stared

If she caught the brighter glare

Of the diamond by the ear

That be shinin' like a flare

A reminder that it's rare

If you dare to compare

Other niggas look scared

They're prayin' we Slow Up

No way since we're doper

They're hatin' we know but

We came in to smoke you

They're prayin' we Slow Up

No way since we're doper

They're hatin' we know but

We came in to smoke you

Flow hot!

Cold wrist!

Strickly Bizness bipolar

Nigga got The Waves

Spanish bitches say "'ola"

Check the translation

Shit hit you like "Toma!"

Givin' you The Drogas

In every single forma

Words made of Truth

Kind of like what's in the Torah

I could lift your soul up

If grippin' on a toaster

Stick up for the bread

Prolly why them niggas loathe us

Split food, with the set

Nigga, if you know us

We don't fuck with the Feds

You cannot control us

You cannot approach us

So you should just behold us

You can never fold us

You're better off applaudin'

I'd like to take a moment

To just, take it all in

Let it all, sink in

Bishop, this is flawless

You in the Land of Lincoln

& I'm just a New Yorker

But real niggas synchin'

Is nothin' they could Slow Up

So, it's just, a matter of time, before we blow up

They're prayin' we Slow Up

No way since we're doper

They're hatin' we know but

We came in to smoke you

They're prayin' we Slow Up

No way since we're doper

They're hatin' we know but

We came in to smoke you

Smoke you, smoke you

Smoke you, smoke you