Slump6s - no comp (no reason 2) lyrics
[Slump6s - no comp no reason 2 lyrics]
They on my dick for no reason, ayy
They ain't on shit, and I peep it, ayy
We got them Glocks, ARP, ayy
Heard yo new shit, bro delete it
Tell yo' big homie, go get a job
Put the pen down, stop tryna rap
Label told me you was fallin' off
So they asked me to hop on yo' track
It's the New York niggas poppin' off
In my phone you was suckin' dick
Nigga this a message for you’re A&R
It's been like a year
He still can't drop a hit
Please get in the lab
And please get off my dick
This for me to really steal
And he sound retarded, hе can't rap for shit
Label finna drop you from the deal
This a PSA, man this is shit not a diss
Keep it calm 'causе niggas know the real
Wanna leave him bloody, leave that nigga Crip
Nigga know he ain't been in the fields
You can drop the at, it's 2023
Nigga mad, his last hoe tried to fuck with me
Swear to God
I got the screenshot in my phone
Lil' hoe was in LA, suckin' dick for free
We the only ones that put you on a song
I wake up, get money, while they try to beef
His big homie pressin', so I put him on
They be getting up by that nigga
They on my dick for no reason, ayy
They ain't on shit, and I peep it, ayy
We got them Glocks, ARP, ayy
Heard yo new shit, bro delete it
I'm tryna smoke that lil' nigga
Let's turn him to Runtz
It's a new nigga talking online
I guess that's how we startin' the month
Tell yo big homie go get a life
While he eatin' my dick up for lunch
Maybe, instead of writin' they shit
You can tell them niggas they suck
It's a old nigga mad cause he
Ain't get put on, man, i don't give a fuck
And them choppas stay one call away, yeah
My bro carry sticks like a drummer
I just count up my money
Yeah I just be kickin' shit like a punter
I can't fuck with these rap
Niggas acting like bitches
That's word to my mother
(yeah that's word to my mother)
(Dakota, where are you?)
They ain't on shit, and I peep it, ayy
We got them Glocks, ARP, ayy
Heard yo new shit, bro delete it
Tell yo' big homie, go get a job
Put the pen down, stop tryna rap
Label told me you was fallin' off
So they asked me to hop on yo' track
It's the New York niggas poppin' off
In my phone you was suckin' dick
Nigga this a message for you’re A&R
It's been like a year
He still can't drop a hit
Please get in the lab
And please get off my dick
This for me to really steal
And he sound retarded, hе can't rap for shit
Label finna drop you from the deal
This a PSA, man this is shit not a diss
Keep it calm 'causе niggas know the real
Wanna leave him bloody, leave that nigga Crip
Nigga know he ain't been in the fields
You can drop the at, it's 2023
Nigga mad, his last hoe tried to fuck with me
Swear to God
I got the screenshot in my phone
Lil' hoe was in LA, suckin' dick for free
We the only ones that put you on a song
I wake up, get money, while they try to beef
His big homie pressin', so I put him on
They be getting up by that nigga
They on my dick for no reason, ayy
They ain't on shit, and I peep it, ayy
We got them Glocks, ARP, ayy
Heard yo new shit, bro delete it
I'm tryna smoke that lil' nigga
Let's turn him to Runtz
It's a new nigga talking online
I guess that's how we startin' the month
Tell yo big homie go get a life
While he eatin' my dick up for lunch
Maybe, instead of writin' they shit
You can tell them niggas they suck
It's a old nigga mad cause he
Ain't get put on, man, i don't give a fuck
And them choppas stay one call away, yeah
My bro carry sticks like a drummer
I just count up my money
Yeah I just be kickin' shit like a punter
I can't fuck with these rap
Niggas acting like bitches
That's word to my mother
(yeah that's word to my mother)
(Dakota, where are you?)