lirik lagu slump dotty - the best
[chorus]
n~ggas got me fessed ‘cause they wanna talk on my dead
i was eleven watchin’ n~ggas put in, opinion of the block, we do it the best
a year before i did an edit, word to my dead, you almost died to a headshot
you lucky i didn’t have chop ‘cause i would’ve showed you who do it the best
[verse]
could’ve caught the hit, could’ve emptied the g, i was loafing
better be lucky i was with my b~tch
since they wanna troll on the ave, lil shh got shot tryna beat with a miss
yeah, i’m throwin’ subs ‘cause they wanna mention my name, so it is what it is
and i’m with the woo
wanted to flock at the g but nees said, “bro, just chill, let me do what i do”
no k with the k, go dumb with the trey when i call him, he gonna flock at a few
yeah, i did edits, n~ggas not laughing with you, this sh~t n~ggas already knew
i could make it hot, since you wanna troll for a like, please just get out the booth (n~gga, get out the booth)
been with the k!llers
word to my dead, n~ggas lie about cs they don’t got just to look good for a triller
do a lil bop when i’m done with the drill then i’m callin’ my b~tch so we go get some liquor
you know i get wavy with tracee, i got a glock with a beam and it act like a sticker
got a northside thot tryna bounce into me, like, “yo, bro, do you see what i see?”
hop out, get crashed, gettin’ wavy with g, smoke top of the shelf, that’s immaculate weed
i put a switch on the back of the heat, gotta tap your shoulder, make sure you lean
put a switch on the back of the heat, gotta tap your shoulder, make sure you—
now let’s talk about me, callin’ me soft ‘cause i was a kid doin’ edits, i was still wettin’ my feet
i don’t get how it’s static ‘cause i never mentioned your name, but you keep doin’ my beef
your block full of n~ggas that don’t even live what they rap, so how n~ggas jack who we sweep?
you lucky i’m tryin’ to get bigger than jill ‘cause i would’ve said mad names on the beat
we made him pick if they triple, bullets the size of a missile
one of your bros got kicked out the rock ‘cause he thought he was low playin’ man in the middle
opp thots get beat with the pistol, if i don’t get the shot, alley~oop the bro, he gon’ punch it, y’all n~ggas little
with the g, make him lay down, you cannot run from the tre pound
you don’t gotta look too far when you lookin’ for me, you can tell by the sprayground
formin’ a bull, it’s a breakdown, multiple times n~ggas ain’t wanna come out and ball
so we had fun on your playground
[chorus]
n~ggas got me fessed ‘cause they wanna talk on my dead
i was eleven watchin’ n~ggas put in, opinion of the block, we do it the best
a year before i did an edit, word to my dead, you almost died to a headshot
you lucky i didn’t have chop ‘cause i would’ve showed you who do it the best
[outro]
would’ve showed y’all who do it the f~ckin’ best, n~gga
f~ck is you talkin’ about? stop mentionin’ my name, b~tch
i could say your name, but i ain’t even gon’ do it, n~gga
you ain’t gettin’ no clout, f~ck you, p~ssy
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