Slow Down (feat. E$p nique) [Remix]

By you hear this song, I already be hot as hell

**** told me they problems, like I'ma wishing well

**** give me pennies, hoping to get m's

This the mob baby, you can't get in

Go ahead and cut that twin shit I don't know you ****

Fuck what you talkin' I don't owe you ****

Catch me outta Oakland with the growers ****

Catch me out in Bakersfield I'm networking

She said her cycle on, but her neck-working

You **** flashing money, what's your net worth?

You **** buying cars, what's your net worth?

I'm investing in some stocks, what's my net worth?

Brought a couple NFTs off of PPP

Yeah, never fucked with Molly, never fucked with E

Yeah, fucked her off the Addie, now she called me daddy

Met a bad foreign bitch out in Cincinnati

Used to be dead broke, Ford Explorer on E

Now i'm riding Porsche trucks on me

Now it's sunny now

Now it's sunny now

By you hear this song, I already be hot as hell

**** told me they problems, like I'ma wishing well

**** give me pennies, hoping to get m's

This the mob baby, you can't get in

Go ahead and cut that twin shit I don't know you ****

Fuck what you talkin' I don't owe you ****

Catch me outta Oakland with the growers ****

Catch me out in Bakersfield I'm networking

I put the pin down, style ain't free, ****, I'm 10 down

Real shit, fake ass pussy, **** can't get down

Real rap, fake ass pussy, rappers ain't in style

It seem like fabricated, lifestyle's a trend now

Still running plays, staying inbound

Bad bitch still swing my way when she in town

Ooowwweeee, feet by head, keep her pin down

I wasn't talking about shit, I'm the shit now

I'm just tryin' get my bag right

Shit can't turn me down

50 rounds on me **** better act right

Or I'm gone Burn it down

Only wanna hit it if that ass right

Bady girl turn around

I only doin business if the sack right

I tell management to turn it down

By you hear this song, I already be hot as hell

**** told me they problems, like I'ma wishing well

**** give me pennies, hoping to get m's

This the mob baby, you can't get in

Go ahead and cut that twin shit I don't know you ****

Fuck what you talkin' I don't owe you ****

Catch me outta Oakland with the growers ****

Catch me out in Bakersfield I'm networking

Don't believe me, ask my baby mama, yeah

Tryin' to duck the baby mama drumming, yeah

Money in the pocket, shoes on her feet

Fuck her real good, she suck it, sloppy, what's neat, yeah

What's sleep, I'm a trap star

Addie got my eyes like an avatar, yeah

90 Day run, I ain't spending shit

Ship them packs the next day, we ain't missin' shit

Same clothes two days, I ain't eat shit

One lazy **** that'll sink the ship

No days off, I been working my ass off

I'm up at 3 a.m. I'm trying to make a fucking hit

Oh, that's your boo dawg? that's crazy cause she let me hit

Been the same way since the fucking jit

Was a born heathen, but I found a better way

Hit my knees, pray to God every day

Couldn't even tell you the last time I talked to Tay

Man, I miss my ****, yeah, you know I love you

Yeah, shit been wicked lately, no cap

We been laying **** down like a wave cap

**** get in my way, he get flatlined

Yeah, you know we're having drums, ****, drumline

Uh, **** owe me money, ****, run mine

These **** dying over bitches, call them Popeye

I ain't dying over no bitch, ****, nah-i

All I ever really wanted was a piece of the pie

Slow down, slow down

Slow down