G'Slim - Decoy

RawCutt RawCutt
He just got outta jail saying he on to a clean slate
I just checked the news reporting live he in a speed chase
How much u made
Shid I made too much in another state
I ain't gone have this long I want it gone by this Friday
Hop up in the car and serve a nigga like a chicken plate
Everything I sold was money's worth boy
Fucked up the pack the first time I scored a play up in a dickie
Had 3 grams in the pocket getting smushed by the glizzy
We with whatever ion want talk we standing on business
Want me to stay after i fuck her ima go and hit the griddy
Remain humble cause I really am a ticket yuh
Let them play and they gone get it put a price on yo biscuit yuh
Ask me how I'm doing way better yuh
These niggas I hang around gone up it I ain't even gotta tell em
Ain't see red in a while I got a rush for it
They ain't really shooting they just making noise I call em decoys
All the opps are pilots they see us and then they take off
Been a while since he slid picked up his glock and knocked the dust off
That's not the only thing he wiping off to yo crew he do that
First shot was rusty the next looking like he got his groove back
They send threats when I leave they don't really wanna do that
Lost a grand but the way he grinding like he wanted two back
Want him two racks
Aye scan this bitch and look here watch that back door
They told me bout them snakes and ever since I kept my grass low
Know he a fraud he put that front on for his guys tho
That nigga cap
That boy a fraud he put that front on for his guys though
Fucked up the pack the first time I scored a play up in a dickie
Had three grams in the pocket getting smushed by the glizzy
We with whatever ion want talk we standing on business
Want me to stay after I fuck her ima go and hit the griddy
Remain humble cause I really am a ticket yuh
Let them play and they gone get it put a price right on yo biscuit yuh
Ask me how I'm doing way better yuh
These niggas I hang around gone up it I ain't even gotta tell em
Pack the first time I scored a play up in a dickie
Had three grams in the pocket getting smushed by the
We with whatever ion want talk we standing on
Want me to stay after I fuck her ima go and hit the griddy
Remain humble cause I really am a ticket yuh
Let them play and they gone get it put a price right on yo biscuit yuh

Written by:
Aaron Jones

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