Slash King lyrics

[Intro]
Donny

[Chorus]
Please stay the f*ck out the pit
I just f*cked that b*tch, and she fell in love with the kid
Put that sh*t on my brother and sh*t
Run around with a drummer and sh*t
Ayy, in this hoe im a drummer, lil b*tch
In my face like we f*ckin' and sh*t
I don't know you, you know me, lil b*tch
You might be the mo-f*ckin' police, lil b*tch
Green lambo, feel like Broly
Girl, who them n*ggas in that story
They smokin' gas, holy moly

[Verse]
Yeah, we on the mo-f*ckin' E-way, all of my n*ggas they with me
I just rolled up me a Fifty
Tilly got that b*tch, and he tryna blow up the city
Brodie just chill, you really on a thousand
He got a blicky anywhere it's crowded
Nah, i'm just playin, i'm just being childish
You n*ggas tellin' i don't want [?]
My new b*tch [?] and Italian
Hop out the back brand new cali
This b*tch got some "woah" f*ckin' on a Stallion
No i cannot stall, I get cash
Like, f*ck what he say, i live lavish
Taliban sh*t, fully automatic
With a big ass watch, go go gadget
My young n*ggas menace, savage
We "Jack boys" like Travis, b*tch
Hold on, I don't think that these old n*ggas hear me
It can be one f*ckin' goat and this year I know that it's clearly me
f*ck it, let up the ceiling, please
Know it's raining but i'm gettin' chilly, B, b*tch
I say the rap game dead if you ask me
Donny bringin' hell like f*ck it, n*ggas ain't gon tax me
You still livin' tax free
My OG had a bad week, I sent him 30K he back in Houston like he Max P, it's crazy
[Refrain]
Rick Owens on my feet, i'm feeling flashy
Taliban, Osama sh*t, we turn it to a track meet
Just called [?] up, I said "Big bro can you come track me"
I got some sh*t to say, these n*ggas atin' like they Slash King
But that don't matter tho, 'cause all that chadder way too f*ckin low
You sound like childin' hoe, say it with yo chest, what the f*ck you mumbling for ?

[Refrain]
Rick Owens on my feet, i'm feeling flashy
Taliban, Osama sh*t, we turn it to a track meet
Just called [?] up, I said "Big bro can you come track me"
I got some sh*t to say, these n*ggas atin' like they Slash King
But that don't matter tho, 'cause all that chadder way too f*ckin low
You sound like childin' hoe, say it with yo chest, what the f*ck you mumbling for ?

[Chorus]
Please stay the f*ck out the pit
I just f*cked that b*tch, and she fell in love with the kid
Put that sh*t on my brother and sh*t
Run around with a drummer and sh*t
Ayy, in this hoe im a drummer, lil b*tch
In my face like we f*ckin' and sh*t
I don't know you, you know me, lil b*tch
You might be the mo-f*ckin' police, lil b*tch
Green lambo, feel like Broly
Girl, who them n*ggas in that story
They smokin' gas, holy moly