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Slam Stove
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Slam Stove was released on November 28, 2025 by 8K Distribution LLC as a part of the album I'm The Man
November 28, 2025
Label8K Distribution LLC
LanguageEnglish
BPM100
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

Lil **** broke, ****, you gotta do no cappin'
No fakin', ****
Why in there?
She know us, slams stuff and get paid funds
Fuckin' your squad over, slidin', duckin' Dr. J's
You was makin' that zone, gang was outside with the Drake
****, band off the porch, **** bumped, stay in your place
Steal them bars and rap, cap and craps your porch at 14
I slams those and grab burgers in a rush, me, me
What the fuck is a bum? A bum is you, you don't flex
Pape' still at your mama house, pourin' green match and drink
****, stay off the net, ****, don't speak
Tell them body bugger out before he disrespect me
Foreign coupes y'all be hidin', **** don't own a watch
I was fallin' in alone, I don't need a fuckin' box
Buzz for a dirty piece, I took a old **** yacht
Suit up like Frozone, I'm like, where's my suit? I'm finna buy
Knock, knock, pockets knotted up like an astronaut
Foreign coupe, a spaceship, lil' ****, spin the block
God fuckin' **** mama with this million dollar cock
You ain't never bust your wrist, you ain't never send shots
Lil cousin was 16, got all you **** hot
Press a button, pop stat, switch with vector and a dot
**** chasin' clout with the gang and they mobbed
You ain't never did nothin', ****, stay in the house
I can put you on a bag, all you **** lil' bro
I go crazy, no cap, I'm the snake, you the mouse
I slide stoves and grab burgers with no patience
They hit that block already, you got guns but you ain't spankin'
I'm free, son, you ain't got no joints, you ain't playin'
No broke smoke, that's all a **** say
I had to be chased, you know I'm known to get away
Got a warrant for arrest, so I'ma take him on the chase
Fuck a case, swap the place and slide the bitch the next day
It's a young **** season, all I know is get paid
I ain't Tom Margerie, I'm doggin' shit, call me Spike
If your bitch livin' with me, she gon' ride me like a bike
This a twin turbo coupe, this ain't nothin' that you used to
Fuck a **** bitch and hit him with the mucho gusto
I know, we know, you know we get dough
Fallin' in on chicky inside, we crack a stove
Fuck his Effin' mate, **** need to go and get some dough
Familiar faces, but I don't know if I'm touchin' gold
Nonna hit the road, karma come suzy, like, here she go
Another 30 to the face, you **** ain't even on
Need a bill, it ain't comin', let me chase you around the corner
I got five stars before I hit your bitch, I give her a warnin'
**** chasin' clout with the gang and they mob
You ain't never did nothin', **** stay in the house
I can put you on the bag, all you **** lil' bro
I go crazy, no cap, I'm the snake, you the mouse
I slice those and grab burgers with no patience
They hit that block already, you got guns but you ain't spankin'
Nothin' free-style, you ain't got no joints, you ain't playin'
No broke smoke, that's all a **** sayin'
No broke smoke, that's all a **** sayin'
Written by: Yns Flocko
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