[Intro: Lil Keel]
Slatt (Glory)
Slatt
[Chorus: Lil Keel]
He better pray that he don't go broke
Run up on me, boy, this not no joke
I pour it slow but I'm not no pope
Play like a ho and this Glock gon' poke
She tried to set me up, I had to beat her
Cold in your room, I walk in with my heater
I don't know Derek but I'm smoking Jeters
Fuck is a Griffin, she pull out my peter (Yeah)
You try to kill me, you try to kill me, you try to kill me you can't, bitch
You try to kill me, you try to kill me, you try to kill me you can't, bitch
[Verse 1: Lil Keel]
Your money's small like an ant, bitch
Say that you rich, no you ain't, bitch
Laugh when I walk out the bank, bitch
My money floating, you sayin', bitch
I love the money, I fuck my money
Trap used to jump like the bitch had bunnies
Don't trust that ho 'cause that bitch is too cunning
She caught me cheating, my clothes get to cutting
[Verse 2: Yung Fazo]
I cannot die, bitch
I'm steady upping that fire, bitch (Bee)
She steady telling me lies
I tell lil' baby, "Don't play with my line"
Bad white bitch, she gon' start up a lie
She a lil' junkie, go out of her mind
I feel like Autumn!, huh yeah
I feel like Autumn!, I'm out of my mind (Yeah)
You a lil' broke boy, I tell him to catch up
Play with the gang and lil' boy you get lit up
Big body rolling right round in the Tesla
Think he gon' catch up, lil' boy I can't let you
.223 bullets put you on the stretcher
Talk down on the gang, lil' boy we gon' get you, hah
[Verse 3: sgpwes]
Talk on the gang we gon' get you (Yeah)
I keep the pole like a fisher (Woo)
Fucked on a ho named Patricia (Yeah)
I got the chopper, won't give you a blister
My ho from Spain, she call me a nigga
I bet the chopper doin' really bad
I did the show 'cause I want a bag
I need my racks, my advance (Yeah)
Bitch, we ain't holding no hands
I will not give her a chance
[Chorus: Lil Keel]
He better pray that he don't go broke
Run up on me, boy, this not no joke
I pour it slow but I'm not no pope
Play like a ho and this Glock gon' poke
She tried to set me up, I had to beat her
Cold in your room, I walk in with my heater
I don't know Derek but I'm smoking Jeters
Fuck is a Griffin, she pull out my peter (Yeah)
You try to kill me, you try to kill me, you try to kill me you can't, bitch
You try to kill me, you try to kill me, you try to kill me you can't, bitch
Slatt (Glory)
Slatt
[Chorus: Lil Keel]
He better pray that he don't go broke
Run up on me, boy, this not no joke
I pour it slow but I'm not no pope
Play like a ho and this Glock gon' poke
She tried to set me up, I had to beat her
Cold in your room, I walk in with my heater
I don't know Derek but I'm smoking Jeters
Fuck is a Griffin, she pull out my peter (Yeah)
You try to kill me, you try to kill me, you try to kill me you can't, bitch
You try to kill me, you try to kill me, you try to kill me you can't, bitch
[Verse 1: Lil Keel]
Your money's small like an ant, bitch
Say that you rich, no you ain't, bitch
Laugh when I walk out the bank, bitch
My money floating, you sayin', bitch
I love the money, I fuck my money
Trap used to jump like the bitch had bunnies
Don't trust that ho 'cause that bitch is too cunning
She caught me cheating, my clothes get to cutting
[Verse 2: Yung Fazo]
I cannot die, bitch
I'm steady upping that fire, bitch (Bee)
She steady telling me lies
I tell lil' baby, "Don't play with my line"
Bad white bitch, she gon' start up a lie
She a lil' junkie, go out of her mind
I feel like Autumn!, huh yeah
I feel like Autumn!, I'm out of my mind (Yeah)
You a lil' broke boy, I tell him to catch up
Play with the gang and lil' boy you get lit up
Big body rolling right round in the Tesla
Think he gon' catch up, lil' boy I can't let you
.223 bullets put you on the stretcher
Talk down on the gang, lil' boy we gon' get you, hah
[Verse 3: sgpwes]
Talk on the gang we gon' get you (Yeah)
I keep the pole like a fisher (Woo)
Fucked on a ho named Patricia (Yeah)
I got the chopper, won't give you a blister
My ho from Spain, she call me a nigga
I bet the chopper doin' really bad
I did the show 'cause I want a bag
I need my racks, my advance (Yeah)
Bitch, we ain't holding no hands
I will not give her a chance
[Chorus: Lil Keel]
He better pray that he don't go broke
Run up on me, boy, this not no joke
I pour it slow but I'm not no pope
Play like a ho and this Glock gon' poke
She tried to set me up, I had to beat her
Cold in your room, I walk in with my heater
I don't know Derek but I'm smoking Jeters
Fuck is a Griffin, she pull out my peter (Yeah)
You try to kill me, you try to kill me, you try to kill me you can't, bitch
You try to kill me, you try to kill me, you try to kill me you can't, bitch
( Lil Keel )
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