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ALK9 (feat. TOOLIE)
by Slumboywit
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Ayy, Nils, you got it
(Yeah)
On another planet, been countin' all this pape
They done slept on us, so we pop it in they face
Blessed the streets, you want the bags or you want a tape
Buildin' this empire all the way up, nobody safe
I had my back against the wall, had to find a new way
You's a pawn, if it's the same game that we play
Surrounded by them folks who killin' and who take
That 392 gon' dip out fast like I got skates
If it ain't about that fuckin' guala , get out my face
Hit a stu in L.A., I'm smokin' guava, I'm outta space
Had to take the wockhardt off the schedule, I don't remember dates
I'm a dog, a different breed, no, we don't share a trait
She always on her knees, if she ain't, she cookin' plates
Got bad exotic chamos, they know that I got taste
You play with any one of my kin, I let it rain
Wet the funeral home, On God, I don't feel no shame
Pop all these drugs, I'm out my mind, stress to my brain
We up all night, don't get no sleep, I don't feel a thing
That bitch ain't have no purpose, so I made her bring me bank
That purp for 36, don't want less for the drank
Chop shop, (shh) cars and then we paint
Eight ounces of water, sip it out the paint
I don't wanna it smoke unless it's dank
Her pussy dry, use a little spit and then it crank
I'm energized, perky, get me rollin', I can't think
I can't describe how I wanna slime out all the banks
Buying all the drip out the trump, got me boostin
Pick out all the bitches they don't trip, they be choosin
Glock on my hip, seen a ghost, I ain't losin
Fuck it, I'm gonna be grimy every day, that's just how it is
Fuck it, gotta be slimy, out in the field, go dollar a pill
And They gotta be on timin', I ain't shootin' civilians, accurate kills
Bitch, I'm geeked up, I got more levels than a boat
I'm always heated up, winter time, I don't need no coat
You tryna be with us, claim you a dog, you ain't take no oath
You gotta level up, you might as well just focus on your growth
Uncle mar, had a trap spot down on Cleveland
After school, nigga, I used to take that walk every evening
I go one up on you, that's how It go, I call it even
I ain't fuck with the vibe, shit, fuck it, then I'm leavin
Roxy 30 kickin' my ass, now I'm leanin
Shit
Ran off a couple plays here and there, damn
K9 imma dog, you can't fuck with my camp
Ayy, Nils, you got it
(Yeah)
On another planet, been countin' all this pape
They done slept on us, so we pop it in they face
Blessed the streets, you want the bags or you want a tape
Buildin' this empire all the way up, nobody safe
I had my back against the wall, had to find a new way
You's a pawn, if it's the same game that we play
Surrounded by them folks who killin' and who take
That 392 gon' dip out fast like I got skates
If it ain't about that fuckin' guala , get out my face
Hit a stu in L.A., I'm smokin' guava, I'm outta space
Had to take the wockhardt off the schedule, I don't remember dates
I'm a dog, a different breed, no, we don't share a trait
She always on her knees, if she ain't, she cookin' plates
Got bad exotic chamos, they know that I got taste
You play with any one of my kin, I let it rain
Wet the funeral home, On God, I don't feel no shame
Pop all these drugs, I'm out my mind, stress to my brain
We up all night, don't get no sleep, I don't feel a thing
That bitch ain't have no purpose, so I made her bring me bank
That purp for 36, don't want less for the drank
Chop shop, (shh) cars and then we paint
Eight ounces of water, sip it out the paint
I don't wanna it smoke unless it's dank
Her pussy dry, use a little spit and then it crank
I'm energized, perky, get me rollin', I can't think
I can't describe how I wanna slime out all the banks
Buying all the drip out the trump, got me boostin
Pick out all the bitches they don't trip, they be choosin
Glock on my hip, seen a ghost, I ain't losin
Fuck it, I'm gonna be grimy every day, that's just how it is
Fuck it, gotta be slimy, out in the field, go dollar a pill
And They gotta be on timin', I ain't shootin' civilians, accurate kills
Bitch, I'm geeked up, I got more levels than a boat
I'm always heated up, winter time, I don't need no coat
You tryna be with us, claim you a dog, you ain't take no oath
You gotta level up, you might as well just focus on your growth
Uncle mar, had a trap spot down on Cleveland
After school, nigga, I used to take that walk every evening
I go one up on you, that's how It go, I call it even
I ain't fuck with the vibe, shit, fuck it, then I'm leavin
Roxy 30 kickin' my ass, now I'm leanin
Shit
Ran off a couple plays here and there, damn
K9 imma dog, you can't fuck with my camp
