Pt111 lyrics

[Intro]
(Angel)
(Slayworld)

[Chorus]
n*gga ain't on sh*t
We getting high to the top floor
He got guap but it ain't sh*t
Hellcat faster than 10-4
Yea y'all talk, but ain't yo’ b*tch
n*gga ain't smokin' on rello
Yea y'all talk, but thats my b*tch
And her ass, shake like jello
Ride round, DYT with the stick
I think my b*tch yellow
And she wanna be my wife, what is dat’?
And she wanna hit me in my tello’
Lets go give that n*gga a stitch
She wanna stay in my tello’
Need my money blue, just like stitch
I’m finna play this hoe like a cello
You know my pockets they itch
Wants some money then lets go

[Verse]
The way i'm flying and sh*t
Lets go pour me up, couple [?] b*tch
And she gon gas me up
b*tch cost an arm and a leg
And she gon f*ck me up
You gone talk till you dead
And she gon’ shake some
And take one more, straight to his head
And she gon’ show me a lil’ sum
I'm off oxy ain't hear what you said
And my di*k hit her tongue
Make more money than ed, edd, and eddy
And my di*k hit her gum
Slide on his block n*gga, just like a sled
And I can f*ck on your mom
XD [?]
Hollow gon’ hit his eye
Choppa go too far (too far woah)
We getting too far (too far woah)
Choppa killin' two lifes (two lifes woah)
Pop at a stop light, lets go
(Slayworld-Slayworld)
This b*tch too fine
This b*tch ain't mine
We could really recline
Me and the cops finna decline
Boom, boom, boom
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Boom, boom, boom
Boom, boom, boom, yea, yea