Slump6s - Own It lyrics
[Slump6s - Own It lyrics]
Bitch, I'm really on my grown shit
I'm the type of nigga that'll
Get a nigga gone, shit
Bitch, I got my own shit, 30 in that zone
(Blatt) said he with that shooting shit, we
Leak him like a cone, bitch
Open up that door, pull up to your home
Bitch they ask me why I flex all
My money 'cause I own it
Money or the fame, she can't decide
I said, "Hop up in this whip
It'll change your life"
Try to touch my chain, bitch, that's suicide
She said that she love me
Swear to God but she lied
So I copped that Demon and that
Hellcat to flex on 'em
We gon' put a rack up on your head
Put the Tеcs on 'em
She gon' suck the wholе team
She a neck donor
All my shit is treasure so they
Tryna put an X on it
All my bitches evil, yeah, they wicked
They might hex something
We don't take you serious
What you tryna threat something?
I might crash the whip then
Move onto the next one ho, you isn't Nike
Why the fuck you tryna check some?
Yeah, I'm in that big body, fucking Miyagi
That boy talking down then
I'm catching a body
Big Glock on my waist if a nigga get wocky
Nigga, don't try to be cocky
Upping the Glock, nigga, we are not boxing
Blue hundreds
My pockets grow fatter than Oxy
I'm high man, I'm up, bitch
I'm right where the Gods be
Big K on my waist shooting you and your posse
Slide in a Wraith, it's like 10: 38
I pull up to your crib
Give fuck 'bout a gate
Had to show up at one, but I show
Up at two, I'm on my own time
Give a fuck 'bout a late
These niggas be in it for
Money, these niggas be phony
I'm doing this shit to escape
They never ask me how I'm doing
But now that I'm up
I'ma tell 'em that I'm doing great
Bitch, I got my own shit, 30 in that zone
(Blatt) said he with that shooting shit, we
Leak him like a cone, bitch
Open up that door, pull up to your home
Bitch they ask me why I flex all
My money 'cause I own it
I'm the type of nigga that'll
Get a nigga gone, shit
Bitch, I got my own shit, 30 in that zone
(Blatt) said he with that shooting shit, we
Leak him like a cone, bitch
Open up that door, pull up to your home
Bitch they ask me why I flex all
My money 'cause I own it
Money or the fame, she can't decide
I said, "Hop up in this whip
It'll change your life"
Try to touch my chain, bitch, that's suicide
She said that she love me
Swear to God but she lied
So I copped that Demon and that
Hellcat to flex on 'em
We gon' put a rack up on your head
Put the Tеcs on 'em
She gon' suck the wholе team
She a neck donor
All my shit is treasure so they
Tryna put an X on it
All my bitches evil, yeah, they wicked
They might hex something
We don't take you serious
What you tryna threat something?
I might crash the whip then
Move onto the next one ho, you isn't Nike
Why the fuck you tryna check some?
Yeah, I'm in that big body, fucking Miyagi
That boy talking down then
I'm catching a body
Big Glock on my waist if a nigga get wocky
Nigga, don't try to be cocky
Upping the Glock, nigga, we are not boxing
Blue hundreds
My pockets grow fatter than Oxy
I'm high man, I'm up, bitch
I'm right where the Gods be
Big K on my waist shooting you and your posse
Slide in a Wraith, it's like 10: 38
I pull up to your crib
Give fuck 'bout a gate
Had to show up at one, but I show
Up at two, I'm on my own time
Give a fuck 'bout a late
These niggas be in it for
Money, these niggas be phony
I'm doing this shit to escape
They never ask me how I'm doing
But now that I'm up
I'ma tell 'em that I'm doing great
Bitch, I got my own shit, 30 in that zone
(Blatt) said he with that shooting shit, we
Leak him like a cone, bitch
Open up that door, pull up to your home
Bitch they ask me why I flex all
My money 'cause I own it