Slimpky - Just Do It (feat. Smoney)

Hey, you Louis, turn that shit up
Slam G
Uh, she wanna fuck but I don't got the time
I've been too busy making money off rhymes
He want a feature , gon' come with a fine
He get out his lane, we gon' put him in line
I know a couple of killers
One thing I learned about the bitches, it's all about the filter
One thing I learned about the bitches, they switch like the switches
Rolling up right in the kitchen
Know you ain't about it why you do all the dissing
I'm going straight for the moon on a mission
Young nigga bout it, he gon' leave you missing
One thing about it he, gon' leave you pissed
Been trying to tell them they don't even listen
Fuck and I dip and I don't even kiss her
Beat on your block like it's drumline
Don't even worry, yo bitch have a fun time
Been on my grind, everybody know I'm a get mine
Can't get what I want, I'ma wait for the right time
On the way to the top, it's been too many flat lines
My teachers will tell you, don't care about no deadline
Why do the crime if you can't do the damn time
It's been my time, I've been waiting to shine
She not my bitch, then she won't get a dime
I know I'm mad, but I tell them I'm fine
When it's time for destruction , it come with a sign
All of my shooters, they come with a nine
You don't even miss me, so stop all that crying
Don't fuck with crackheads, cause they do too much lying
I get my nut and I tell her goodbye
Don't know if they real, they just here for the ride
They know I'm that nigga, they ask for advice
Talk on my name, then you paying the price
Remember them days, it was nothing but rice
My niggas coming, won't be nothing nice
Pop out the parties, I come unannounced
Don't need a bed, we gon' fuck on the couch
Running the plays, I'ma run all the routes
Young nigga coming, he straight out the south
Don't wanna fuck, tell her open her mouth
Rolling up loud, in rolling loud
Used to laugh at me, now who laughing now
Remember the sirens, remember the sounds
Don't got no money, you can't come around
I love my bitch, I don't like when she frown
I got the voice, I just need me a crowd
I won't upset, I been making em proud
Got my name in his mouth, then we gunning him down
One spot to the top, I'ma give me a ticket
Everybody trying to get on the road to the riches
Don't need to explain, just learn to fix it
Old me, sometimes I mother fucking miss it
Kobe, ball on the court and I switch it
Jersey, I need a motherfucking letterman
You know he not good, why the fuck would you let him
Got a problem with me, then little nigga settle it
In love with Codeine I just need me the medicine
If it's not me, you probably just settling
Know I'ma make it, I'ma give me a win
So many losses I took on the chin
Now I got money, I finally can win In love with the money, I need dividends
I'm on the run, who gon' catch me
She wanna fuck, bring her best friend
I be thinking alot , I can't do too texting
Gotta stay humble, can't do too much flexing
Caught me a touchdown, your bitch watch me flex
I can look in her eyes and tell she want some sex
Beat from the back and I'm grabbing her neck
The fuck I want gains? I want money, respect
Put money on the line , I bet we the best
I mean what I say, bitch, I say it with my chest
My circle come different , we not like the rest
Tell my mother, I'm ready, let me go and fly out the nest
Fuck academics, I need me a check
Your bitch on my dick, she kissing on my neck
Like a referee, nigga, I keep me a techno Nike, but I just do it
Got these bitches in line, I run through them
So much money, we bout to run through them
Try and play me, I always see through them
Bitch is goofy, I'm seeing right through them
That nigga be cool, and bitch, stop what you doing
Better stop all that's talking, let's do it
Just know that I really get to it
One thing I learned about the bitches, they switch like the switches
Rolling up right in the kitchen
Know you ain't bout it, why you do all the dissing
I'm going straight for the moon on a mission
Young nigga bout it he, gon' leave you missing
One thing about it he, gon' leave you pissed
Been, tryna tell them they don't even listen
Fuck and I dip and I don't even kiss her
Beat on your block like it's drumline
Don't even worry, yo, bitch, have a fun time
Been, on my grind, everybody know I'm a get mine
Can't get what I want, I'ma wait for the right time
On the way to the top, it's been too many flatlines
My teachers will tell you, don't care about no deadline
Why do the crime if you can't do the damn time
Why do the crime if you can't do the damn time

Written by:
Matthew Buchannon, Sumner Shaw III

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