I Ain't Slippin (feat. Feezie Cash)

Yea

I always gotta do this tho

Shout out to the real **** (Shout out to the real ****)

Shout out to you B-B-B

Bad Broke Bitches (Bad Broke)

I like fucking with ya'll

But I don't like fucking with ya'll

Hahaha, this **** crazy

I'm just talking shit man

You know what I'm saying

Yea, yea

Bad bitches on my dick, that's my fucking ???

Make me mad ****, I just fuck your baby mama

Talking bout money, make me pull out a new car

Disrespect me, make me pull out this A-R

I ain't tryna act hard, I be laid back

My nigg said you gotta have heart, **** to have stacks

Ain't too many real ****, stay away from counterfeits

Sometimes you gotta take risks, in order to get rich

My main bitch said if she have to she 'ill hoe for me

She got the million dollar ugh, I ain't worried about no money

They think I'm slippin', I'm good, I ain't lost a step

But this 40 with this 30, huh, got me walking with a limp

**** Ima G like my belt buckle

You can't half hustle, **** with no muscle

Yo, I was down in Wichita

Fucking with the gangbangers and the **** that sell raw

Chyah

I'm T-R-U, no Master P

I'm Silkk the Shocker, C-Murder, Blood I'm in the streets

A hundred and sixty bucks when you see the feet

20 plus you want the wood dash and the seats

I didn't get here with that fake shit

But I did pop and knock **** down, and take shit

And move around and rock around with Uzi rounds and A clips

Dirty up the Pontiac, then hopped off in that spaceship

I speed to Kansas K from 85th

Hoping that this P.O. bitch don't say shit

When I see her, I hardly even say shit

Yes ma'am, no ma'am, but only when I can't piss

**** tried to slow down, but I ain't got no patience

My bitch 'ill go off in her stash and bond me out that station

I was down in Canton man

Fucking with them **** that 'ill clap you in traffic, Can