Slump6s - pictures lyrics
[Slump6s - pictures lyrics]
(Tee, Phoenix)
Down, down down
Down, down, down down down, down, down
Down, down, down, down
Open that bitch up yeah, open that bitch up
Yeah, don't fuck with pictures
Don’t wanna hear that shit
Boy shut that shit up
Brudda walk in, tryna blitz up
Lame nigga run and got hit up (Bleh, bleh)
All my niggas bread getters
And we aim for heads nigga
Racks, they come in the mail
Bitch, this part of my coat
We got sticks, for you and your bro
I got rich, did that on my own
Yeah, yeah (Bitch) , air that ho out
I'm built from the south
This bitch let me cum in her mouth
Tell me why, what’s that about?
What’s that about? What’s that about?
What’s that about?
We run in your house
He tried to run up, this 762
Get a fuck nigga down
Told that bitch, put the Glock in my hand
Got hundred some rounds
Damn, way before I hit the stage
I was rollin’ loud look at them boys
It’s a shame how we goin’ out
I told my bro "Hold it down" (Damn)
They tryna copy the sound (Damn)
Why I don't trip, (Damn)
Walk in, they checkin' me out (Damn)
Ain't work a day, for a boss (Damn)
Bitch, I'ma ball, NBA
Money, that shit on my deck
My niggas find where you stay, catch him
Bullets start, fly out the Wraith
Stretch him
I don’t say shit like Charades, test him
That nigga not in the game, bench him
We turn that boy to a strain, send him up
Talk on my name, okay, bet it up
Life is a game, gotta set it up
I switched your chain to some
I ain’t really sure you can get this, yeah
Gang runnin’ shit like it’s fitness, yeah
Pockets so fat like a big bitch, yeah
New body bag, gotta zip him up
All my niggas bread getters
And we aim for heads nigga
Racks they come in the mail
Bitch, this part of my coat
We got sticks, for you and your bro
I got rich, did that on my own
Yeah, yeah (Bitch) , air that ho out
I'm built from the south
This bitch let me cum in her mouth
Tell me why, what’s that about?
What’s that about? What’s that about?
What’s that about?
Down, down down
Down, down, down down down, down, down
Down, down, down, down
Open that bitch up yeah, open that bitch up
Yeah, don't fuck with pictures
Don’t wanna hear that shit
Boy shut that shit up
Brudda walk in, tryna blitz up
Lame nigga run and got hit up (Bleh, bleh)
All my niggas bread getters
And we aim for heads nigga
Racks, they come in the mail
Bitch, this part of my coat
We got sticks, for you and your bro
I got rich, did that on my own
Yeah, yeah (Bitch) , air that ho out
I'm built from the south
This bitch let me cum in her mouth
Tell me why, what’s that about?
What’s that about? What’s that about?
What’s that about?
We run in your house
He tried to run up, this 762
Get a fuck nigga down
Told that bitch, put the Glock in my hand
Got hundred some rounds
Damn, way before I hit the stage
I was rollin’ loud look at them boys
It’s a shame how we goin’ out
I told my bro "Hold it down" (Damn)
They tryna copy the sound (Damn)
Why I don't trip, (Damn)
Walk in, they checkin' me out (Damn)
Ain't work a day, for a boss (Damn)
Bitch, I'ma ball, NBA
Money, that shit on my deck
My niggas find where you stay, catch him
Bullets start, fly out the Wraith
Stretch him
I don’t say shit like Charades, test him
That nigga not in the game, bench him
We turn that boy to a strain, send him up
Talk on my name, okay, bet it up
Life is a game, gotta set it up
I switched your chain to some
I ain’t really sure you can get this, yeah
Gang runnin’ shit like it’s fitness, yeah
Pockets so fat like a big bitch, yeah
New body bag, gotta zip him up
All my niggas bread getters
And we aim for heads nigga
Racks they come in the mail
Bitch, this part of my coat
We got sticks, for you and your bro
I got rich, did that on my own
Yeah, yeah (Bitch) , air that ho out
I'm built from the south
This bitch let me cum in her mouth
Tell me why, what’s that about?
What’s that about? What’s that about?
What’s that about?