Slump6s - H00DBYAIR

{intro}
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha (ayy, top dog shit, you already know what the fuck goin' on)
Skrr, skrr (you know what the fuck goin')
(bop, bop)
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha (nigga know what the-), ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha (come on), ha, ha, ha
Huh (bitch)

{chorus}
I'm the type, leave this shit on the floor
You the type, leave this shit in the air
No lil yachty, call me a lil' boat
In the spot, (?...)
Fine shit, bitch, get the fuck over here
(?...), we gon' dump and finesse
(?...), how i'm duckin' from 12
Broke ass nigga, name don't ring a bell
Tryna caught me off, so i'm bringin' them hell
Taco, bitch nigga, eatin' the shell
(?...), 'til i need a (?...)
Two glocks on him, now he pleadin' for help
Huh, new diamond rocks, i be feelin' myself
Top floor, exotic, i need that whole shelf
Balenciaga, bitch, i need a belt
New swag on me, oh nah, this ain't for sell

{verse 1}
Huh, i know them fuck niggas dissin'
Huh, i'm in this bitch like a piston
Huh, ballin', i ain't assistin'
Huh, ball hog, bitch i ain't passin'
Gave me time, now i'm back on they asses
(?...)
Uh huh, fuck yo twitch, fuck yo stream, and reactions
Uh huh, (?...)
Uh huh, claim he got setup, fuck nigga cappin'
Uh huh, nigga pulled up to the stu', got to backin'
Uh huh, tweaked out, (?...)
Uh huh, bitch, they call me this off of fashion
When i walk to that bank, i be laughin' (ha)
(?...)
I'ma fuck up a check up in saks fifth
No amazon, hosted on the whole package (gang)

{chorus}
I'm the type, leave this shit on the floor
You the type, leave this shit in the air
No lil yachty, call me a lil' boat
In the spot, (?...)
Fine shit, bitch, get the fuck over here
(?...), we gon' dump and finesse (oh yeah)
(?...), how i'm duckin' from 12
Broke ass nigga, name don't ring a bell
T-tryna caught me off, so i'm bringin' them hell
Ta-taco, bitch nigga, eatin' the shell
(?...), 'til i need a (?...)
Two glocks on him, now he pleadin' for help
Huh, new diamond rocks, i be feelin' myself
Top floor, exotic, i need that whole shelf
Balenciaga, bitch, i need a belt
New swag on me, oh nah, this ain't for sell

{verse 2}
Bitch, i ain't done with this shit, hell nah
I put my thumb in this bitch, (?...)
I rock (?...), on my fit, (?...)
I don't got trust you for shit, can't not
I keep a dog on my leash, ha, huh
Bitch eat dick, like, "bon appetit"
(?...), rap on a whole 'nother beat
Stone cold, and i'm drunk as fuck, pass me the spliff
No bap, (?...)
Carry za' with two mans, now we maskin' the heat
Pour a four in my soda, i'm matchin' the key
New v8, in my engine, i'm fast in this bitch
When she stay in la, and we passin' them ho'
Rockin' vetements, but yo ass in my clothes
Put a red dot on his nose, like he rudolph
I spend a bag on these hoes at a new (?...)
Trippin', i might overdose
Keep a cooler, just in case they gettin' close
Bk rula, i'm tryna get inside though
He get fueled up, then he end up on the floor
(?...)
Keep a tool tucked, i got some opps i don't know
Been out here for years, and they still stealin' my flow
My new ho' try me, she (?...) though (no bap), huh

{outro}
Ha, ha (gang come on)
(top dog shit, they already know what the fuck goin' on)
(fuck these nigga talkin' 'bout, man?)
(come on)
Ha, ha (let do it)
You niggas fuckin' suck