Sleiman
Iver (Uh)
Ho thicker, diamonds on my neck flicker
Drug dealer, professional pot whipper
Seven figures, got your bitches ****in' quicker
She want a picture, I tell her no, I know she bitter
Niggas cuttin' up on the internet
**** n**a, we ain't into that
We end up in your crib where your family at
Got the .40 on my hip, yeah, that's my stick, yeah
She wanna **** for a grip, yeah, on my blick, yeah
Couple bands on my shit, yeah, I'ma rip, yeah
With the shits, yeah, that's my clique, yeah
MAC-11, 9 milli', ridin' with it (Ridin' with it)
I'ma hit him up, I'ma ****in' kill him (****in' kill him)
Run up on him, masked with a black 40 (Black 40)
Hit 'em in his hoodie, no A Boogie
Pu-pu-pull up in the black Benz
Clip for the .9's and the MAC-10's
Beefy on the molly, niggas want my money
But when they see me coming, I can see them niggas runnin'
I see them niggas runnin'
Let them niggas act, 'cause they bitches they be lovin', yeah
Blood time, blood rhyme, n**a, this is blood line
Niggas gettin' stupid, try to get by
Pu-pu-pull up in the black Benz
Clip for the .9's and the MAC-10's
MAC-11, 9 milli', ridin' with it (Ridin' with it)
I'ma hit him up, I'ma ****in' kill him (****in' kill him)
Run up on him, masked with a black 40 (Black 40)
Hit 'em in his hoodie, no A Boogie
