Water lyrics

[Intro: Slim Thug]
Huh
Know what I'm talking 'bout?
Slim fresh out the shop man, I say man, let me put some motherf*cking music together for this sh*t

[Verse 1: Slim Thug]
Big wide body ship, taking off at the light
Only come out when that sun out, '4s shining so bright
I was mixing '4s and Sprite before you came out your pop's pipe
I been a boss your whole life, little n*gga, get your mind right
This is Texas, and you gon' respect this
Baddest b*tches in the city, put them on my checklist
Your house ain't worth my necklace, thugga stay flexing
Hit the gym five times a week, so no stressing
Boss like dressing, hope you get the message
Only got one life to live, I hope you catch your blessings
Look at me finessing the flow, I be undressing your ho
Told me "please hit it slow," then she say she can't take no more
Damn bro, life sucks like these Instagram sl*ts
With them big fine butts, in her DM tryna cut
What the f*ck, too many ballers throwing beers, tryna sprawl her
Picked her up in my Impala, hit it once and I ain't call her
Thugga

[Verse 2: Killa Kyleon]
Bill
Yuh, let me talk my sh*t
Uh, never hear Bill talk cheap
Sipping on mud, I'ma talk in my sleep
Ho breaking salt, but it calms my peace
1500 what I got on my feet
This Off-White what I got on my back
Selling off white, what I got in my pack
Don't play ball, but I play with them racks
City Gear n*ggas don't know about sacks
Just dropped 30 in the 5.0
Roger gon' blow when I ride through slow
20 x 9s in the beeze I'll go
VVS diamonds, yeah, I got that glow
Woah, better when I slip and slide
Pretty little face with the hips and thighs
Screw in my deck, jamming hypnotized
'Wood full of gas smoke, grip the 9
Cups stay muddy like Harvey hit it
Ain't 'bout the money, don't bargain with 'em
C-O-D, I don't argue with 'em
Tryna take something, I bet a carbon hit 'em
Boss-like n*gga got an army with him
Take a n*gga b*tch, I'm charming, n*gga
Pocket full of paper like Charmin in 'em
I'm with the smoke, b*tch, I'm farming, grilling
Yeah, b*tch, I put on for my city
I'm in the coupe that don't come with no ceiling
Won't take a deal for no less than a million
Your b*tch American, that's how I'm feeling
Ice on my neck got me cool, so I'm chilling
Rapping ain't working, so I'm back to dealing
I ain't went broke, that got him in his feelings
Go get forensics, I'm making a killing, yeah