Nawf Slim - Soul Ripples

Yea
Yea
On big abe nigga
On big abe nigga
If I see you in my peripheral it's gonna get physical
Where your homie at I heard he's paramedical
Cuz imma put your head in the exhaust inhale that methanol
I ain't scared of the police like rocc im walkin tall
Scream for help but they can't hear you silence all your calls
Ready to kill but not to die cuz you ain't got the balls
Rep is tainted so it's time to wash the dirty drawls
If I was strapped I woulda went down and been long gone
Had to call a Lyft off my cellphone
Knew he tried to leave us at the bar he was dead wrong
Now he don't wanna come around he in the red zone
He call me and I go answer the phone
I call him dial tone
Hella disrespect it needs to get checced
His homie in my DM tryna press me almost got stepped on
All that tough talk imma intercept
Turn it bacc on you and now it's I don't bang ain't that a bitch
Index finger itch I take up the lines inch by inch
I might blink a couple times but I ain't gonna flinch
Lied right to my face and say he didn't snitch
But Lucifer comes in the form of friend ain't that devilish
The game tarnished these rappers lame without the garments
I ain't gon dumb it down
Instead of gettin hooked on X you shoulda got hooked on the phonics
Super sonic
Niggas can't fucc with me my arm is bionic

Written by:
Elias Hooker

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