Nawf Slim - Syllables (feat. CarelessWoah)

All Dallas rappers is only my children
We only have one goal in life to get millions
But that's the first vision, to marble floor ceilings, to touching on women
Impregnating heathens, fake friends and celebrities in ya face breathing
You said you rap better but look what you written
Calling niggas your brother n y'all is just meeting
Act like you pussy I'm beating it up
Playin that boosie but I'm the real bad ass
She walk like a white girl but she got a fat ass
I'll make you remember my name like the triads
The way that you shake and you bleed make me climax
Then when you stop moving it shut down your synapse
Lost in the ways of the world like some pen caps
Stuffing a cork in your mouth the way you cap
Call me a sociopath the way I snap
Bust in the door wit the 44
Say one mo word you ain't gone say no mo
Bitch strip naked i wanna see what's popping
Guns in yo crib so the devil came knocking
Asked about you at yo lil 9-5
Caught you down bad
Couldn't get that 4-5
Yo OG dead
Yo homeboy dead
My people dead
Heard what I said
I ain't scared that's what I said
Watch you bled that's what I did
Tell that lil bitch to go fill the bag dig?
Act like you reaching it's getting bad pid
I've been watching every move
Watched yo story you a fool
Tests like Maury it's my licc
You the afro I'm the picture
You bet not flip out and dip
I'm black beard who jacced the ship
I'm Django took massas whip
I'm the C out DJ Quik
Make blood bit take all this rip rider she in the deep blue sea
I'm inside her if you shall
D
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I'm assata flying across the sea
Helicopter man he always strapped up
Peter piper hit him from way down the street he a sniper
Remember when I heard that steady dipping put on a blue shirt
And said I'm Crippen
11 years old
London square apartments on the edge of FB so the Nawf West carved this
All my niggas solid so I'm knowing who the mark is
Bullets don't have no name hit ya target
Bullets to the head
Have a nigga dead
Onamonapia
Grats is what I said
Bodies droppin like a syllable checc
Posted up like a get a flex
I was out here tryna cop a lil checc
People loocin at me tryna catch a flicc
9 is on me but that hoe is gettin wet
Niggas be feelin like curry
They gettin me blurry
I'm shootin mcflurries
This is too cold
And the summer been comin
But you know the nigga gon keep goin harder
Pressure on pressure I'm pushin the gas
You know i'm swervin I'm doin the dash
Slim on the side and he shootin the pass
And I'm clutchin the gas like whippin for nos
Who you thinc that you been playin for
NFL
Have you on prime time
Niggas been talcin bout money but they not in grind time
How you been talcin bout money but not made a damn dime
You been out here sayin hello
Niggas been out here movin with some hollows
In your new head now you 6 feet apolo (Gize)
I was out here movin like a new apollo
Ha ha ha ha
Catch a young nigga right up on the moon
I'm out here tryna go asuma
With Edward scissor hands
So I been shaping the moon
Niggas out here tryna get on a level like me
But you can never step up to who
That be that Mr.
That careless
That be that woah
And I'm movin so arrogant
Decisions I gotta make well
I'm leavin' informants
In case a plankton is near
And niggas can't tit for tat
I do not got time to waste I'm movin in playa
And that's slicc talk
Real talk
Licc talk you feel me
It's simple you heard me
Aye syllables bitch

Written by:
Elias Hooker, Joseph Johnson

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