Slump6s, Rich Amiri - Havoc lyrics
Rich Amiri [Amiri Dexter Chase] Boston/Randolph, Massachusetts, U.S 🇺🇸
[Slump6s, Rich Amiri - Havoc lyrics]
Yeah yeah, look, ayy
Fashion, she love my fashion
Don't need a caption
Got ratchets, they automatic
They causin' havoc
I'm stackin', I'm countin' cabbage
I had to cash in
You lackin', we pistol packin'
We just might splat him
She ride on my dick, no
I ain't talkin' 'bout Rodeo, Yeah
Plug hit my phone, I send that
Pack right through the mail, Ayy
Tryna kill Amiri, I can't die
So you gon' fail
Got pulled over in a stolo
So you know I had to bail
He got caught up with that yola
Free lil' Stevo out the cell
Finna show the world the real me
Get up out my shell
Bitch, I'm rollin' off a fat flat
You couldn't even tell
Hit that boy right with a blatt-blatt
Send that boy to hell i'm in Cali
I just bought a Motorola for my yola
Up in the telly, and this ho
She think she know us, She don't know us
Check my balance
I could takе a fuckin' Ford to Bora Bora
I rock ALYX and that boy, he rock Supreme
I don't еndorse it
Know they taxin' for this
New lil' Tom Ford, You can't afford it
Automatic in the V
We push a button then we floor it
I was smashin' on this slut, I told that ho
"You can't record it"
I ain't cappin' on the plug
I made the trap jump like Jordan
Fashion, she love my fashion
Don't need a caption
Got ratchets, they automatic
They causin' havoc
I'm stackin', I'm countin' cabbage
I had to cash in
You lackin', we pistol packin'
We just might splat him
She ride on my dick, no
I ain't talkin' 'bout Rodeo, Yeah
Plug hit my phone, I send that
Pack right through the mail, Ayy
Tryna kill Amiri, I can't die
So you gon' fail
Got pulled over in a stolo
So you know I had to bail
I'm in LA, Coolin' in a highrise and I'm
Gettin' slow like a snail
Ready to cook a nigga like it's Five Guys
If that nigga callin' me Namil
Chopper bullet, it's a Five9, fight? Nah
I'ma bring 'em hell
And every shirt that I got a medium
But I'm up on XXL
I told 'em tell me somethin' that
I don't know, gettin' money, nigga
You could tell
I'm in the trap coolin' with
A 44, I get caught, I'ma go to jail
Tell me you hate me, that's a low blow
But you really think that I'd care
Thinkin' you phase me, nigga, oh no
I can't name a nigga I fear
These niggas tweakin' together
Like BKTHERULA
I feel like Yeat, mix the X with the boot up
Wifin' that ho, you and her really boo'd up
I tried to listen to you and I threw up
No BO3, but I slide with the Kuda
I walk in the party, saw you, I'm like
"Who them?"
I'm not fightin' no more, nigga
I'm finna shoot 'em
Nigga talk on a stream
But I don't even view him
ОЙДА (OIDA) oxxxymiron
Fashion, she love my fashion
Don't need a caption
Got ratchets, they automatic
They causin' havoc
I'm stackin', I'm countin' cabbage
I had to cash it
You lackin', we pistol packin'
We just might splat him
She ride on my dick, no
I ain't talkin' 'bout Rodeo, Yeah
Plug hit my phone, I send that
Pack right through the mail, Ayy
Tryna kill Amiri, I can't die
So you gon' fail
Got pulled over in the Stolo
So you know I had to bail
He got caught up with that yola
Free lil' Stevo out the cell
Finna show the world the real me
Get up out my shell
Bitch, I'm rollin' off a fat flat
You couldn't even tell
Hit that boy right with a blatt-blatt
Send that boy to hell
Fashion, she love my fashion
Don't need a caption
Got ratchets, they automatic
They causin' havoc
I'm stackin', I'm countin' cabbage
I had to cash in
You lackin', we pistol packin'
We just might splat him
She ride on my dick, no
I ain't talkin' 'bout Rodeo, Yeah
Plug hit my phone, I send that
Pack right through the mail, Ayy
Tryna kill Amiri, I can't die
So you gon' fail
Got pulled over in a stolo
So you know I had to bail
He got caught up with that yola
Free lil' Stevo out the cell
Finna show the world the real me
Get up out my shell
Bitch, I'm rollin' off a fat flat
You couldn't even tell
Hit that boy right with a blatt-blatt
Send that boy to hell i'm in Cali
I just bought a Motorola for my yola
Up in the telly, and this ho
She think she know us, She don't know us
Check my balance
I could takе a fuckin' Ford to Bora Bora
I rock ALYX and that boy, he rock Supreme
I don't еndorse it
Know they taxin' for this
New lil' Tom Ford, You can't afford it
Automatic in the V
We push a button then we floor it
I was smashin' on this slut, I told that ho
"You can't record it"
I ain't cappin' on the plug
I made the trap jump like Jordan
Fashion, she love my fashion
Don't need a caption
Got ratchets, they automatic
They causin' havoc
I'm stackin', I'm countin' cabbage
I had to cash in
You lackin', we pistol packin'
We just might splat him
She ride on my dick, no
I ain't talkin' 'bout Rodeo, Yeah
Plug hit my phone, I send that
Pack right through the mail, Ayy
Tryna kill Amiri, I can't die
So you gon' fail
Got pulled over in a stolo
So you know I had to bail
I'm in LA, Coolin' in a highrise and I'm
Gettin' slow like a snail
Ready to cook a nigga like it's Five Guys
If that nigga callin' me Namil
Chopper bullet, it's a Five9, fight? Nah
I'ma bring 'em hell
And every shirt that I got a medium
But I'm up on XXL
I told 'em tell me somethin' that
I don't know, gettin' money, nigga
You could tell
I'm in the trap coolin' with
A 44, I get caught, I'ma go to jail
Tell me you hate me, that's a low blow
But you really think that I'd care
Thinkin' you phase me, nigga, oh no
I can't name a nigga I fear
These niggas tweakin' together
Like BKTHERULA
I feel like Yeat, mix the X with the boot up
Wifin' that ho, you and her really boo'd up
I tried to listen to you and I threw up
No BO3, but I slide with the Kuda
I walk in the party, saw you, I'm like
"Who them?"
I'm not fightin' no more, nigga
I'm finna shoot 'em
Nigga talk on a stream
But I don't even view him
ОЙДА (OIDA) oxxxymiron
Fashion, she love my fashion
Don't need a caption
Got ratchets, they automatic
They causin' havoc
I'm stackin', I'm countin' cabbage
I had to cash it
You lackin', we pistol packin'
We just might splat him
She ride on my dick, no
I ain't talkin' 'bout Rodeo, Yeah
Plug hit my phone, I send that
Pack right through the mail, Ayy
Tryna kill Amiri, I can't die
So you gon' fail
Got pulled over in the Stolo
So you know I had to bail
He got caught up with that yola
Free lil' Stevo out the cell
Finna show the world the real me
Get up out my shell
Bitch, I'm rollin' off a fat flat
You couldn't even tell
Hit that boy right with a blatt-blatt
Send that boy to hell