12k Slink - Church

I think it's bout time I take em to church
Life is a sandwich, the bread coming first
Play with my money, your body gonna hurt
Try to take something, I bet it won't work
Send off three shots that shit feel like a burst
Carry his ass to the bacc of the hearse
Dance with the choppa I'm making it twerk
And if its bout my brothers I'm goin berserk
My cup full of mud it ain't even no dirt
I take a few x then I pop me a perc
I know you feel bad but ill make it get worst
Be careful, that blessing could turn to a curse
Pull up and get taxed, if you reach you get marked
Fuccing the cheerleader, lift up her skirt
She come to the spot ima put her to work
If she making it squirt ima give her a purse
I go to the strip and it feel like a circus
Switch it up running through plays like a circuit
Come place your order I deliver the service
Working the block and I feel like a servant
I put in that work just to tell you its worth it
Got all them hoes but all of them worthless
All of them birds I'm hearing them chirping
Make that booty jump up down like burpees
If the world was some pants ill be in the poccet
Jaccing the plug you need a new soccet
This 30 got Blast off ain't talking roccet
Jehovah my trunk my shit steady knoccing
Feeling like Kodak when he made "no flocking"
Trynna get BIG like Christopher Wallace
Designer my body I don't need no stylist
Yo girl been telling me your money childish
Running this shit in the open no relay
I need that money no time for no delay
Lil buddy sweet I'ma call him a cheesecake
Just counted up seven bands off of eBay
I'm finna go like lil Wayne but no DJ
I'm in the game should be sponsored by EA
I need a casino ain't talking bout CJ
Kidnap the money man RIP PJ
RIP turtles man KIP Tre
Rip Rob I miss you everyday
"Ballout for Bravoe" what Scoobie would say
3:23 man rest up lil Dre
Just poured me a four finna add me a tre
Had to relapse I fell off on that drank
Cant forget about Harry mane Long Live Larose
Seen your body laid out on the side of the road
That was the same night the cops chased us home
That was the first night that I brought my pole
Switched up the whip told my brothers lets roll
I said fucc a job cause the money too slow
Just give me the shot you know ima score
Remember them days I had walked to the store
Was stealing and shit cause my poccets was low
Now my diamonds is dripping gone need you a boat
VS1 Diamonds gone freeze if I blow
Corona my virus if I sneeze it'll snow
Got bitches on bitches like three in a row
This laser my glocc if its green its a go
I'm catching the plays no matter who throw
She throw me that pussc I just want her throat
I'm fuccing her sister I need double dose
You know that shit Karo you pour it, it float
Bitch

Written by:
Blair Simon

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