Nyora Spouse, Sully the Chief God, XXXTENTACION - $LUMPED WHIP lyrics

Uhh i'm Slumpin’ (Stick)
Slumpin' (Stick) slumpin'
(Stick, stick, fuck)

Chasing dreams that are bigger than me
Only things that used to matter
Was pussy and tree (pussy and tree)
And praying that the racist
Cops won’t erase me
Ignorance is still bliss, no accountability
Falling for the one girl
That I take the time to
Text back (Stick) , or the FaceTime
I guess I backed the hoe
Why you trying to back dimes
And nigga I'm on my
Grind, you were emotional, you cried
It's the money over bitches
Headshots to any snitches
Got your niggas digging ditches
You don't wanna try me
Roll this fire tree, all I sell is fire tree
Broward got more drama then degrassi the
See, you wasn't there from the start
You tryna hear cause I'm popping
I'm the shit, no fuck
Cause these bitches molly popping
This, TENSAKI, a picture of my life
Struggles, the strife
The dark and the light (Stick)
Tryna seek, and kill, like (Abel) and Cain
So watch your back (Stick)
People saying you changed (Stick)
Do you, just do it yeah the Nike saying
(Stick) niggas trying to kick it
(Stick, stick, stick)
You'll soon wanna fight me
Saying "Bitches on my dick"
Used to walk right past me
Spit till my motherfucking throat gets raspy
(Hoe)

Nigga, nigga, fuck that shit bitch
We getting slumped round here motherfucker
Motherfucking bitches on my dick
(shhhhh, be quiet)
Niggas don’t know about this shit, bitch
Niggas wanna be like me, bitch
That nigga stupid, uh, uh slumptboys!

I’m just a young nigga that's
Seen all the world’s evil (Stick)
Afraid of my demons, ashamed of my people
(My people) you think we're the same
But surely we're unequal (Ok)
Life's just a story
I’m waiting for my sequel (Stick)
Uh, I got my third eye open so I can see evil
(Vagina)
Looking at society, you all are just sheeple
(Stick)
You're voiceless, there is no "We the people"
(Stick)
Look at our mind bitch, it is so feeble
(Okay)
I think I need to stop taking Satan's advice
Just cut down on my wrists
Just stop rolling the dice
I wish I could warm my heart
Cause that shit's colder than ice
My lyrics leave silence
Make you quieter than mice

Ahh, yeah bricks, Bricks
Yeah, yeah, Stick, Stick
(Still slumpin, still slumpin)

Uhh, lightskin bitch
And she look like Keisha
Had to queef on me so she look like Keisha
Your bitch lil Queesha, my bitch Sharkeisha
Pack another hoe, and I hit her with Denisha
Nae nae, your hoe look like shay-shay
Your hoe wanna fuck- (Ha ha ha)
Stick, stick, and I pull out the dick
I got lots of hoes on me
I got lots of fuckin bricks
Stick, stick, I got money on me, homie
I pack a pistol, nigga, if you
Want it, I get on me, whooh
Get it off me, your bitch drink your coffee
Coffee
Drink that pussy, slurp it like It's coffee
Toffee i be talking to my niggas in
The back of the lac
All my niggas with the triggers
We be pistol popping
I pull it out, don't give no options
Got your homie running, gunning all
Your homies down nigga, ah!