Slayed lyrics

[Pre-Chorus: Prod]
Ooh, yeah, callin' on my name, she don't know me, yeah
Please don't call my phone, I'm off the Codeine
Always on my di*k like she the police, yeah
Wanna bring a friend, she like four deep

[Chorus: Prod]
All these hoes gettin' slayed, damn
Molly on her tongue, she don't play, damn
I don't wan' f*ck, give me face, damn
If I'm gon' f*ck, leave her face down

[Verse 1: Prod]
Ridin' 'round your block with that trey pound
They don't come outside, tell 'em "Stay down"
If they come outside it's a playground
'Cause all my n*ggas shootin' like they Ray, now, yeah
All my n*ggas got it off the hit, damn
You can get robbed for your chips, damn
You can get robbed for your b*tch, yeah
Pass it to my bro, that's an assist, yeah
All net, that's a swish, yeah
Shoot or shoot like the gym, yeah
Mix the juice with the gin, damn

[Chorus: Prod]
Ooh yeah, all these hoes gettin' slayed, damn
Molly on her tongue, she don't play, damn
I don't wan' f*ck, give me face, damn
If I'm gon' f*ck, leave her face down
All these hoes gettin' slayed, damn
Molly on her tongue, she don't play, damn
I don't wan' f*ck, give me face, damn
If I'm gon' f*ck, leave her face down

[Verse 2: Lil Tecca]
Yeah, b*tch, I'm Tecca sprayin' with that K now
I don't wan' come home, I'm staying late out, yeah
Bad b*tch f*ckin' with the gang now
Tecca keep a TEC, that sh*t go bling, blaow, yeah
Take a n*gga b*tch, she wan' a ring now
All you get is di*k then take your sh*t out, yeah
I don't f*ck with snakes, yeah
All these n*ggas fake, these b*tches fake, ooh, yeah
Pull up on his block and with that K, do it, yeah
Yeah, we shootin' sh*t, you know the gang shoot
Countin' all this money, fingers stained blue
Yeah, I'm runnin' up, I know the gang do

[Outro: Lil Tecca]
Pullin' up on a jet now, yeah
Bad b*tch givin' head
Now I'm countin' all this dead
Now I'm countin' all this dead, yeah
Yeah-yeah, oh, woah