Slump6s - Rust lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Bhristo, talk to 'em, slime)
Yeah, yeah, uh, yeah, uh uh
Yeah (Uh) , yeah (Yeah) , uh uh
Yeah (Uh, uh) , yeah (Uh yeah)
Yeah (Uh, uh) , yeah

Damn, I just had a show in Miami
That ho on my phone sayin'
"Let me in"
And I been fuckin' these niggas hoes
I be feelin' so bad when they let me hit
"Man, I just got bodied by
A seventeen year-old, man
I fuckin' hate that kid"
They be twenty-seven actin' like
A three year-old
You can't even fake that shit
Ayy, heard you got shot and that's tough, mm
Got my bitch with me when I'm countin' up
All you niggas be broke


You not countin' enough
Play with gang, little nigga
You bound to get touched
In L.A. with lil' Bino
We ballin' like Chino
If he wanna play, then we turn him to dust
I got cheese like a pizza
These niggas be crust
I got back in my bag
Had to shake off the rust

Call of Duty, the sniper
It don't got a scope
I'm just shootin' this shit like
We playin' on Rust
Stupid ho tryna touch on my pockets
I told the ho, "Watch it
I'm only with you for your butt"
Seventeen, I be walkin' in class
After fuckin' an old
Bitch I met with lil' Zack at the club
Yeah, that boy wanna be 1500, uh uh
These niggas can't kick it with us
Nah, these niggas can't kick it with gang
These niggas be broke, they can't hang
She wanna fuck on the gang, 1500
But most of my niggas is not legal age
But fuck it, she said I'm mature for my age
So fuck it, I'm fuckin' that ho anyway
Fly to Chicago, I do my show at Summer Smash
Then pour a four in my damn lemonade (Brr)
No, them niggas not touchin' me out there
Fuck it, might blow a bag while I'm out here
I been in Cali' long enough to
Know what the desert look like
And it look like a drought here
I know that bitch wanna fuck, girl
I'm right here
Goin' too fast so my car be in lightyears
I got some buzz to my
Name like I'm Lightyear
Last year's cool, man
It's lookin' like my year
(Uh)
That lil' boy broke want a feature
So I asked that lil' nigga
"Where the payment?"
(Uh)
That lil' ho want me to wife
But I swear to God
She don't know what my name is
(Uh)
Shoot this shit right in they face and
Then wave at they ass, bitch
I'm feelin' like Damian
(Uh)
Can't rock the same shit every day, I
Don't got shit to say, bitch
They already flamed 'em
(Uh)
Bitch, I don't got shit to
Do with these niggas
That's word to bro
I'm not cool with these niggas
I'm Mister Twenty-Ball, walk around with
That twenty piece on me
I'm shootin' these niggas
Talkin' online, bitch, you losin' me, nigga
Swear these niggas be clout fiends
Every time I drop a song, all
These niggas be listenin' like
"It's about me"
And I'm doin' these hoes very wrong, got
Your bitch on my phone like
"You forgot about me"
All my money spread out on the floor
Count it up like I got
A degree in accountin'
Every time that I'm doin' a show
Get a check and I'm sendin' that
Shit to my route team
I'm the richest one out of my city, on God
And it still be some niggas that's doubting

Damn, I just had a show in Miami
That ho on my phone sayin'
"Let me in"
And I been fuckin' these niggas hoes
I be feelin' so bad when they let me hit
"Man, I just got bodied by
A seventeen year-old, man
I fuckin' hate that kid"
They be twenty-seven actin' like
A three year-old
You can't even fake that shit
Ayy, heard you got shot and that's tough, mm
Got my bitch with me when I'm countin' up
All you niggas be broke
You not countin' enough
Play with gang, little nigga
You bound to get touched
In L.A. with lil' Bino
We ballin' like Chino
If he wanna play, then we turn him to dust
I got cheese like a pizza
These niggas be crust
I got back in my bag
Had to shake off the rust

Doo doo doo, doo doo doo