Slap City lyrics

[Intro: Azizi Gibson]
Yeah
Ridin' with a grip 'cause I don't trust no one, boy, I don't trust sh*t
n*gga, have you seen the whole clique like I wouldn't hit a lick
Don't be lit, pull up on you like, "What's up, n*gga?"
You a f*ck n*gga, cold b*tch, old b*tch (Woo)
I would take your trick, but she ain't worth sh*t (b*tch)
Ride in a coupe, like just f*cked a bad b*tch
Just me and my mans talkin' just some ho sh*t

[Chorus: Azizi Gibson]
Oh cup, pourin' down with my down ass b*tch
No f*cks, pourin' down with my down ass clique
Oh cup, pourin' down with my down ass b*tch
No f*cks, pourin' down with my down ass clique

[Verse 1: Azizi Gibson]
Said, "I come in peace" with a f*ckin' piece
Ho, don't make me reek, yeah, I'm geeked
Yeah, a n*gga geeked, hope I don't sneeze
Couple G's in my pocket jeans, take one for the team
Watch me lit in my f*ckin' V, with my cup of tea
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Okay, I'm ridin' on the line (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
The team top doin' fine (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
b*tch, you wish that you was mine (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
f*ck a drip, good-bye
[Bridge: Azizi Gibson & DJ Paul]
(Goodbye)
(Goodbye)
DJ Paul K-O-L mafia (Yeah)

[Verse 2: DJ Paul]
What the f*ck you mean
How you n*ggas gon' be keen?
When I've been runnin' a f*ckin' scene
Since '92, '93 (Ho)
Some say I'm the greatest, I think that's an understatement
I ain't toot my own horn, let my trumpet play a brief
'Boutta let your b*tch breathe when I had her on her knees
In the passenger seat, of my 2020 Stingray
Keep this one I scream, keep this one I scream
b*tch go deep while she blowin' me
Speedin' down the highway
While I'm blowin' trees
I think she only love me 'cause my D (D)
Because I'm famous [?] I be lit
That's probably why these haters hate on me
But I don't give a f*ck, n*gga run my coins, give me cheese

[Chorus: Azizi Gibson]
Oh cup, pourin' down with my down ass b*tch
No f*cks, pourin' down with my down ass clique
Oh cup, pourin' down with my down ass b*tch
No f*cks, pourin' down with my down ass clique