Slump6s - Lincoln ((Remix)) lyrics

Yeah, yeah
Yeah (BenjiCold, why you icy?) , let's go, let’s go

Trackhawk, that bitch really speedin' (Yeah)
Abraham, me and her Lincoln' (Yeah)
I’m off the drugs, man, I'm geekin' (Yeah)
We finna leave that boy leakin' (Yeah)
Ca-came to the crib for the weekend (Yeah)
Bitch, shut it up, why you speakin'? (Yeah)
Bad ho, yeah, she Puerto Rican
Uppin' his bro then I tell him we leavin'
(Let's go, let’s go)

I heard these niggas been stealin’ my sound
I got Marrgielaa, I'm knockin’ 'em down
She is a ho, man, that girl been around
You got no money, don't likе how that sound
All of my brothers, they movin' a pound
Your ho
She wеighin’ like five-hundred pounds
K in my hand holds like five-hundred rounds


Once you were lost and
You've never been found
Number (N) ine jeans with the Ricky, yeah
Bougie-ass ho, man, she picky, yeah
Pussy-ass boy, you a kitty, yeah
Wock' finna fuck up my kidney, yeah
Lean finna fuck up my liver
We cut that boy then leave him in a river
Yeah you talkin' down
I'm fuckin' on your sister
I came up on my own
I ain't need no assistance
Nigga said that he put me on, it don't make
No sense, what the hell
Is you talkin' 'bout, Ya bitch?
She finna come to the crib and
She eatin' me up, man
I just got some top from ya bitch
I cannot beef with a nigga that's not
In my bracket, I've been countin' money
Ya dig? That ho told me that I'm toxic, I
Don't like to talk, so lil' ho
It is what it is
I'm in her shell like a taco
Got paparazzi like, wherever I go
They like, "You been goin' up" nigga
I know
Black and white diamonds, they got vitiligo
She told me that I should pay for her lashes
We caught that boy, now we smokin' his ashes
Been growin' up, I was never a bad kid
Run up the racks, yeah, I run up the backends
Shoutout Santana, this chop' finna blast him
Came in a P and I ain't even ask him
My niggas come in that shit like elastic
Put him in the void
I'ma fuck 'round and pack him
Fuck with my shit
Might as well run it back then
I'm pullin' up and I'm
Breakin' her back in
Ask for my lo, man, I'm like
"Who is askin'?"
In Hollywood and I ain't even actin', oh
I'm in her ear like an AirPod
Leave his top red like he
Put in some hair dye that nigga hatin'
He still finna hear 'bout
Bring up a ho that I don't even care 'bout
We put the hit on the screen like an AirDrop
Y'all niggas broke but my niggas, yeah
They're not i shoot the fire, you touch it
You're damn hot
I'm cookin' up and I'm not using a pot

All of these rappers been stealin' my sound
We get them gunners, if he talkin' down
Man, I'm so high
I ain't touchin' the ground
You is not gang, then you can't come around
I can not handle this gas to loud
Look at my pockets
Said she could fit the whole
Thing in her mouth
We got , finna North, to the South

Trackhawk, and it's really speedin', yeah
Uh my new girl, she Puerto Rican, yeah, uh
How you ain't hear me, you sleepin', yeah
Uh
She want some coke and she feenin', yeah, uh
Her body , yeah, uh
Creep on your block, sneakin', yeah, uh
She on my lap and she eatin'
Winnin' the game, ain't no cheatin', yeah
Uh i got a shooter named Rocco
Twin got them diamonds that got vitiligo
TMZ cameras, like, wherever I go
So many guns that you would
Think that we psycho
Slimey lil' lizard like I was from GEICO
Jump out the house, man, I'm feelin' like
You finna meet your dynasty, no Shiloh
In a hellcat, and they watchin' how I go

Trackhawk, that bitch really speedin' (Yeah)
Abraham, me and her Lincoln' (Yeah)
I'm off the drugs, man, I'm geekin' (Yeah)
We finna leave that boy leakin' (Yeah)
Ca-came to the crib for the weekend (Yeah)
Bitch, shut it up, why you speakin'? (Yeah)
Bad ho, yeah, she Puerto Rican
Uppin' his bro then I tell him we leavin'
(Yeah)
All of these rappers been stealin' my sound
We get them gunners, if he talkin' down
Man, I'm so high
I ain't touchin' the ground
You is not gang, then you can't come around
I can not handle this gas to loud
Look at my pockets
Said she could fit the whole
Thing in her mouth
We got , finna North, to the South