KA$HDAMI, Slump6s - relax! lyrics
Kashdami [David Wallace III] King George County, Virginia/Las Vegas, Nevada, U.S. 🇺🇸
[KA$HDAMI, Slump6s - relax! lyrics]
d-d-d-div, don't do it to 'em spee, gang
Seen that opp from afar
Make him stop in his tracks
Man, I went through a lot just
To run up these racks
I was smoking that frrt
I was totin' them gats
You not that tough, lil' boy, relax
I smoke them blunts, my bitch do wax
I gave that bitch dick
Now her brace on her back
And I know you down bad
'cause you smokin' them jacks
Put your mans in a box
I ain't talkin' 'bout Jack
Slide on a opp, I completed the mission
I'm fuckin' that ho, ain't no hug
Ain't no kissin'
I been good from the line, bitch
I'm shootin' efficient
I got that bitch on the hook like we fishin'
So many cosigns, bitch, I need a petition
I got so many hit's
Made a list of them bitches
But he talkin' down, I put him on a hitlist
Seen that opp from afar
Make him stop in his tracks
Man, I went through a lot just
To run up these racks
In that big body truck and
It whip like a 'Cat
Ain't no 'Dami, but I got my ways to the cash
I smoke them blunts, my bitch do wax
I gave that bitch dick
Now her brace on hеr back
And I know you down bad
'cause you smokin' them jacks
Put your mans in a box
I ain't talkin' 'bout Jack (Bah)
Yeah, wе put your mans in that bodybag
I'm in LA, and I'm ridin' that Cadillac
Posted on the block, lil' bitch
That's a habitat
Catch a opp and then my choppa go
"Rat tat tat"
I fuck his bitch on the way to do
I got a bag, then I tell them to add it up
You gonna want somebody comin' after ya
I fuck around and take a trip to Africa
My nigga trap out the 7 11
And my choppa gon' eat, take his soul like
And he said he gon' kill lil' 600, he didn't
And lil' 'Dami, he shootin', he tell 'em
"Good riddance"
I can't fight it no more, bitch
I bring in the winnings
You would think that I'm fillin'
I stay with a FN so much money on me, bitch
I know it's a blessing she like, "Bae
Are you rich?" I'm a paper-proficient
Oh, oh, oh
Seen that opp from afar
Make him stop in his tracks
Man, I went through a lot just
To run up these racks
I was smoking that frrt
I was totin' them gats
You not that tough, lil' boy, relax
I smoke them blunts, my bitch do wax
I gave that bitch dick
Now her brace on her back
And I know you down bad
'cause you smokin' them jacks
Put your mans in a box
I ain't talkin' 'bout Jack
Slide on a opp, I completed the mission
I'm fuckin' that ho, ain't no hug
Ain't no kissin'
I been good from the line, bitch
I'm shootin' efficient
I got that bitch on the hook like we fishin'
So many cosigns, bitch, I need a petition
I got so many hit's
Made a list of them bitches
But he talkin' down, I put him on a hitlist
Seen that opp from afar
Make him stop in his tracks
Man, I went through a lot just
To run up these racks
In that big body truck and
It whip like a 'Cat
Ain't no 'Dami, but I got my ways to the cash
I smoke them blunts, my bitch do wax
I gave that bitch dick
Now her brace on hеr back
And I know you down bad
'cause you smokin' them jacks
Put your mans in a box
I ain't talkin' 'bout Jack (Bah)
Yeah, wе put your mans in that bodybag
I'm in LA, and I'm ridin' that Cadillac
Posted on the block, lil' bitch
That's a habitat
Catch a opp and then my choppa go
"Rat tat tat"
I fuck his bitch on the way to do
I got a bag, then I tell them to add it up
You gonna want somebody comin' after ya
I fuck around and take a trip to Africa
My nigga trap out the 7 11
And my choppa gon' eat, take his soul like
And he said he gon' kill lil' 600, he didn't
And lil' 'Dami, he shootin', he tell 'em
"Good riddance"
I can't fight it no more, bitch
I bring in the winnings
You would think that I'm fillin'
I stay with a FN so much money on me, bitch
I know it's a blessing she like, "Bae
Are you rich?" I'm a paper-proficient
Oh, oh, oh