J High - Sluu Anthem

Aye my niggas say "SLUUUUU", so you know who's in the room
Yeah that thang up on my hip it make a boom
Boy I'm known to cause a scene, yeah I'm Mr. Act a Fool
No i ain't no Handy Manny but I'm known to Keep them Tools

All my Niggas say "SLUUUUU" When I'm riding out the roof
Bitch I'm dangerous when i be off the juice
Mixing Fanta with the Lean, poppin' Molly in the Coupe
Sorry i ain't get the message i was macking witcha boo

Girl I'm nice with the flow and the backstroke
Everytime she leave, she come back tho
I know i make her mad i don't know how to act tho
I'm just a bad muhhfucka with some bad hoes
Catch me on Milwaukee at Lil Woodys wit 2 bestfriends
By end of the night I'm fucking bestfriends
I know her mans prolly mad he be hating on me
Could be worse at least she fucking with a playa homie
You a sad muhhfucka boy I'd hate to be you
Too many bitches hit ya line and you ain't know what to do
I just tell em Issa party shorty Betta come thru
Tell ya girls to bring her girls, cause bet I'm bringing my dudes

And all my niggas know it's Gang Shit, No lame shit
Hop up and i lane switch, I'm feeling dangerous
Hold up what you say to me? Watch ya mouth
Disrespect, take his neck, drop em at his homie house

Aye my niggas say SLUUUUU, so you know who's in the room
Yeah that thang up on my hip, it make a boom
Boy I'm known to cause a scene, yeah I'm Mr. Act a Fool
No i ain't no Handy Manny but I'm known to keep them tools

All my niggas say SLUUUUUUUU, when I'm riding out the roof
Bitch I'm dangerous when i be off the juice
Mixing Fanta with the lean, poppin' molly in the coupe
Sorry i ain't Getcha message, i was mackin' witcha boo

I say Aye! (Hold up) it's some sluues in this house
I thought this was a party where the booze in this house
Hope that ain't yo girl she gotta Sluu in her mouth
Do the fool and she out, she a fool for the clout
Don't be mad playa boy what's a dime to a dollar
Yeah that bitch was fine okay but That dollar gon make her holla
She be for the gang uh, way she sucking my collar
After me it was the homie, for she left she say to call her
I ain't lying to ya, and i ain't tryna be rude
I'm just an artist painting pictures of the life as a Sluu
He could have balenciaga, bet i still hit his boo
And if it's up, okay it's stuck, we bout whatever it's cool

We say SLUUUUU, so you know who's in the room
Yeah that thang up on my hip, it make a boom
Boy I'm known to cause a scene, yeah I'm Mr. Act a Fool
No i ain't no Handy Manny but I'm known to keep them tools

All my niggas say SLUUUUUUUU, when I'm riding out the roof
Bitch I'm dangerous when i be off the juice
Mixing Fanta with the lean, poppin' molly in the coupe
Sorry i ain't Getcha message, i was mackin' witcha boo

Written by:
Jordan High

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