slicko - roadkill

I shoot out the window and turn that boy to roadkill
I stand on my money now and look like Shaquille O'neal
I just made like 1, 2, 3 bands, made like 4 mil'
Tote around that case of money, Deal or No Deal
I know that some time passed but I still got no feel
Sometimes I be high as hell stylin' shit, got no chill
I just smoke that real shit exotic, don't pop no pills
He got no kills but he call himself a shooter, I think he confused
I just walked out of the jeweler, AP Mueller on my wrist, bitch
If he talkin' get that Glock and that's a quick fix
Blitz that boy like this shit madden, get hit with that hit stick
I just got that switch, now my blick automatic
Just like my whip, fuck a stick shift
Runnin' outta bullets, get that clip, I guess I gotta extend it, like bet
Gasoline all on the bed
Hollow tips in the magazine, keep one in the head
Playin' possum they just play dead
I shoot out the window and turn that boy to roadkill
I stand on my money now and look like Shaquille O'neal
I just made like 1, 2, 3 bands, made like 4 mil'
Tote around that case of money, Deal or No Deal
He talkin' like this shit funny, get up off my dick
Walk up to me, get no dap, always on some shit
They so sick, always hatin' on me, they wish they was Slick
But don't trip, said I ain't trippin', nah
I don't need no stitch for my lip, nah
Got that Glock, just tatted my back
On my shit now, juggin' since a jit
Keep that blick now, right inside my backpack with this MAC-10
I don't do no tit for tat, he gon' end up in a casket
I shoot out the window and turn that boy to roadkill
I stand on my money now and look like Shaquille O'neal
I just made like 1, 2, 3 bands, made like 4 mil'
Tote around that case of money, Deal or No Deal

Written by:
Patricia Gravis

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