Slayher - My Cup

Three perc 10s in my cup
Yuh
Three perc 10s in my cup
She text my phone just to fuck
Just on my own me I trust
And I got a Glock dat buss
When I hit da bitch she cuss
Said she really love my touch
I just tell her ass to hush
Then tell her leave in a rush
No you not a pill bitch
I don't wanna crush on you
I might crack dis seal a bit
Let's see what dis Wocky do
You mad dat I flex on you
Nigga I can put you on
But the type of nigga dat you is
I'll leave you alone
Don't be round no broke niggas
Cause they gonna keep you down
Good energy all around
When I'm walkin round
Any nigga hatin
Really lookin like a fuckin clown
If you think shit sweet
Pop up
It can go down
Smoking so much
I know my lungs don't like me
Bitch I'm a wolf
I'm a dog
Come bite me
These diamonds on my neck
Look like they tryna fight me
I wear what I want
I can't be no fuckin hypebeast
The only time I am
Is when I do it like I'm Nike
I started makin hits
I don't wanna use yo type beat
I let her spend the night
Now she wanna be my wifey
My last hoe fried
Why she try to indict me
Know niggas want me gone
But that shit ain't likely
Speakin on my name
I don't take that shit lightly
Never gave a fuck
Nigga not even slightly
Want my niggas home
I swear the system so trifling
These bitches are too
I ain't never four lifin
Ima push up
I won't do no typing
Scope on the stick
So I feel like I'm snipin
I'm kickin her out
While she in my face crying
Yea
Yuh
Ooo

Written by:
K’hari Bennett

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