Mack Slim X Taylor G - Duo

Jeans ripped shirt plaid
A couple racks on the tag
Bought my girl a black Birken bag
Got the city on my back
I'm in the rover doing laps
Catch me in the den not the trap
5k for my headwrap
Silk
Gucci
Du rag
On my head while she let me get between them legs
I'm a pro in the bed
Once I hit it gotta leave it on read
Stayed down wit my niggas
Then we got rich
Pull up to yo party just to stunt in front yo bitch

Now we make hits
Top floor it's a party at the ritz
Shawty twerking in the corner goddamn she thick
Ass fat you can tell she eat her grits
Girl let me spend some time wit you
Maybe you can bring a friend or two

Bring it back make that booty clap
That for shawty sitting with the niggas in the trap
Act a fool wit yo crew
Cause you know this beat slaps

You know this beat slap
Go head and act a fool
While i pick this up from mack
Didn't react
But I heard you talkin smack
Letchu keep makin noise
While a make another rack
It's slim and G come and catch us
If you at the party
I drive a vw
Ain't got no rari
Gotta leave town again
Baby im sorry
Trip to the west coast
Where it get gnarly
Worry bout the next man
That's not me
So much shit in this life
It gets daunting
Cant shake my old memories
They haunting
They haunt me but I cant stop
Catch me flaunting
No you will not
Some land I can flip
Thats what imma cop
Ridin round my town
Goin fast blowin loud
Dodgin ops
Dodgin ops
Goin fast, blowin loud
Ridin round my town
Thank you for letting me win

Written by:
Jonathon Alexander, Kendall Mackey

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