Zelly Ocho, Slimesito - Put To The Test lyrics

[Zelly Ocho, Slimesito - Put To The Test lyrics]

(Chai, captaincrunch presents)

Hm, hm life is such a bitch (Bitch)
Everybody tryna get rich
500 for blood on my kicks (yeah)
What you gon' do for a lick?
I'm gettin' high, probably Tris
VLAD lifestyle, gettin' high with your bitch
SoIcy boy, gotta stay with a stick, yeah
Yeah, we rocking that boy and we sold him a
My first plug gotta toss me a brick
I'm down bad, had to get up a bit
Dumbass boy that died on a lick
Bye bye boy, cus' that stick don't miss
I told that lil' bitch I'll
Be back in a bit
I'm on a roll, and I gotta get rich

There's so much money I can go get
I'm getting high as fuck, like a jet
She callin' my phone, she wanna have sex
I wake up, get straight to a check
Yeah, I rapped with my brother in the trap
Yeah, I rap, but I used to
You ain't right, then your ass gettin' left
Playin' with me, then I'm sending you death
Ain't no S on my chest
Bullets hot, and they burning your flesh
Fuck opps, and I hope they don't rest
Racks on me, yeah, who would've guessed

Ay, in the trenches I got put to the test
Real slime, got this shit in my flesh
Sippin' wock, but I miss doing tech
Bust down rollie, but I'd rather a patek
That strap on me, yeah, I'm watching my step
I'm flippin' that money, yeah
I gotta invest i fucked your bitch
Why you acting so pressed?
I really got that stick when I'm on a jet
I'm posted in the projects, I earned respect
I feel like 50 Cent when I
Rock a bullet proof vest
She cappin' on you, man
She mad that she slept
That choppa sing a lot, it
I stay in designer, yeah, I dress to impress
Bust down rollie, and that shit got baguettes
These bitches on my dick
They know that I'm next
I'm showing everything
Don't care about your set
I been sliming niggas like I'm setting a
I fell in love, growing up in the projects
My lawyer cost a 30, I paid on the
These niggas talk too much
I'd rather you say less
I just beat the case again
You know I stay blessed
I don't fuck with 12
But I'm still servin'
You playin' checkers
But I'd rather play chess
I'm soupin' choppas up, I feel like a vet
I just shot your dawg
I got his ass at the vet
I feel like Troy, I got respect with the TEC
Ain't talking money
You ain't making no sense

Hm, hm life is such a bitch (Bitch)
Everybody tryna get rich
500 for blood on my kicks (yeah)
What you gon' do for a lick?
I'm gettin' high, probably Tris
VLAD lifestyle, gettin' high with your bitch
SoIcy boy, gotta stay with a stick, yeah
Yeah, we rocking that boy and we sold him a
My first plug gotta toss me a brick
I'm down bad, had to get up a bit
Dumbass boy that died on a lick
Bye bye boy, cus' that stick don't miss
I told that lil' bitch I'll
Be back in a bit
I'm on a roll, and I gotta get rich

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