Texty
Yeah,
Aye
Bag boy shit
Yeah yeah yeah
Sliccc whats hannin ****
What he do..
[Verse 1] Duckman
Put the city on my back ****,
Trap **** turn rap **** thats a fact ****
All blues i need all blues, in my stash ****
Somwhere in the trenches getting cake like a fat ****
One call pizzle probably slide through
Young **** too old to give a pass gotta die too
You know i'm the plug i supply who supply you
Heavy with the wrist i can bring back a brand new
Jackhart ,hellcat , 580 benz,
It ain't hard to tell who really getting money over here
I know **** touching millions got it coming by a pair, and he turn it to a 4
And them **** getting money taught em everything he know
Shop was always open everybody shit was closed
Tryna find a way you know he tired sellin dope
I dont wanna fuk em till i slide it down your throat
[Chorus]
You come and get em or i bring him to your door
All he see is greenlights he on go
Something don't seem right he a know
If they aint really fuking with you it will show
You come and get em or i bring him to your door
All he see is greenlights he on go
Something don't seem right he a know
If they aint really fuking with you it will show
You come and get em or i bring him to your door
Verse 2] Sliccc
You come and get em or i bring him to your door
Santa clause meaning he want the snow
He shouldn't of blew him shit, then you already know
We get em by the boat
Hit him with the yacht master aint talking bout the rollie
How you telling all these bitches you got money but you owe me
I don't hear you, i dont heard it all before you gotta show me
**** shooting up shit you be renting, but we on it
Like a lamb truck, white coupe, fari with the rims
We be sliding up in shit bitched dying to get in
She with me i'm too she be lying to her friends
Trying to tell her i aint shit, but steady crying for attention
Like i miss you, i love you, look bitch i can't even trust you
Everything i got man fuk a scammin its off the muscle
I got up off my ass turn into a man i had to hustle
I ran up hella bands selling that ten without a muzzle
White chalk, **** tried to play we knock his lights off
Selling dope it really got me fresher than some pine sol
They thought that i was broke, can go to a twenty to remind yall
And once i feel you creeping cut you off and make em find you
These **** really evil, i dont trust them,rather blow them down
Only riding ready cus that karma shit going around
Why would i slow it down, when i make thirty off a go around
I'm really on now, i get em in and get em gone now..... Its sliccc
Written by: Demar Moultrie
