WWYD (feat. LinaRackz & Luh L)
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Are you telling me that you built a time machine out of a DeLorean Slim Man, they always asking me like How you just always do what you do Like, how you always slimming How you always him I want to ask y'all What would you do if you was in my shoes I just walk into the function now this shit jumping All my brothers getting to that money Yeah, they thumbing through the hundreds They hear Slim up and them speakers this shit thumping Wavy ass nigga on the track So you knowing how I'm coming What would you do if you was up in my shoes While y'all snooze I'm just trying so hard to not lose I'm not you Top two, my name two But I'm not two I'm the one they wanna see So they love when I slide through Bitch, shake that ass round Throw it in a circle Make it clap too Speaking on the wrong niggas, they f*ck around and clap you Oh, you strapped fool? Yeah, that pole nice But we got straps too Falling off the gurney Nah, they really gotta strap dude Running through the point Making big Steve proud You see it now, whole time I just love to see the team smile and Y'all can't get with us Stop it, man, just give it up We be counting plenty bucks Turning every city up We don't do the who and what Not asking, we just pulling up We don't give a f*ck We don't give a f*ck Y'all can't get with us Stop it, man, just give it up We don't give a f*ck We don't give a f*ck Hit a opp now He in critical condition When I start spitting At these punks And everybody gon' listen Can't get no witness If I did it with the wind They go missing So he gone feel a gust Of something like Jada Pink From the Smith and Wesson Then wheelchair him Ask him how is he stepping I see a dime I want I'm active Get to shooting like Stephen And if she bring the past up That's just where she get left And now her bestie ass up She trying to give me the Becky Man, who's next Who's the king Who's the best that y'all got Cause I gotta meet him Tell whoever That they sitting in my spot I go to the moon and back For Su I gotta stick to the plot Got the drop so I pop on the opp and the bullets don't stop until that nigga Drop Damn Now that nigga droped I'm talking that shit I don't care if it flop She wet for the kid Get a bucket and mop Bitch, get off my jock Mad cause the reaper so hot Man, y'all so like some crabs in a pop P.Y.E. on top They don't get the picture Its cropped Nah let him cook, let em' rock Slim Y'all can't get with us Don't be mad, just give it up We be counting plenty bucks Turning every city up We don't do the who and what Not asking we just pulling up We don't give a f*ck We don't give a f*ck Slim
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