Slipping

These **** be trippin', they really be thinkin' I'm slippin'

Don't talk tough on Twitter or the bitches come to me with it

I like when they dissin', I ain't trippin', I got the pistol

Finna shoot anybody that look iffy

Rollin' up a eighty off a eight, I'm feelin' lazy

You can't hit the blunt, I'm facin'

Fuck your feelin's, ****, pay me

BANDGANG the mob, fuck that ****, we the navy

Bro want it, he gon' take it, run if he lookin' crazy

My shoes Giuseppe, my watch a Presi'

Talkin' to the plug like, "I'ma call you when it's ready"

Come fuck with a boss, I can tell that you ready

'Cause you tired of your **** smokin' five-dollar reggies

Rucci wheels skatin', leaves blowin' like I'm rakin'

Why the leaves blowin'?

Sweats behind me, we racin'

All my life, I been dodgin' bullets like The Matrix

That's why every night, I count ten and go to sleep prayin'

Brand new coupes back to back, switchin' lanes

All watch and pocket countin', get your dumbass brain

How he lose his life? Let the forty be the blame

Run up on me, I'ma bang, you ain't fuckin' with a lame

Same old slogans, still out rollin'

Still whip it up with the same old potion

Still sport buffs, my shit whiter than some lotion

You workin' to get promoted while I'm puttin' plays in motion

Online shoppin', bad bitch poppin'

No, I don't cuff so I'm bad bitch droppin'

Catch me in a Monte with a bad bitch slobbin'

She hurt 'cause I ain't kiss her, that's a mad bitch problem

Had to drop her off, she was gettin' on my nerves

Want too much attention, had a **** jumpin' curbs

Pull up in that Maybach, had them lost for words

I ain't tryna stunt on nobody, I'm just tryna swerve

Stalkin' me to death, I know she a perv

Got that chicken in this bitch, I just lost a herd

BANDGANG or no gang, fuck what you heard

And I only state facts, I don't go on what I heard

Only in the trap, I don't go out here with hoes

Only yell raps, you ain't never sold a zone

Not even if that, you ain't never sold a stone

Better get back if you don't know my brother Stone

He'll clap you in your dome or anywhere he want

I love who love me and I don't care about who don't

Detroit a hatin' ass city, what them **** on?

I been goin' for too long, so I'ma end this song (Graah)