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Sl*t Him Out

de Fetty Wap

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Uh

Everywhere I go, I'ma throw up the set
And my money always good but I cherish respect
Loyalty above it all, takin' that to the death
And it's death before dishonor, 'til my last breath
And to see another day, my most valuable threat
Did it good yesterday, but today is the best
When you mean what you say, say that shit with your chest out
Well, I feel like God's gift, like I'm one of the best out
Got the star on the bench, I'ma talk to the press now
Ja Morant to these niggas, I'ma show and impress now
I'm still in the league, man, I guess I gotta kick back up
You gon' know when it's on, that's that get back, huh?
If you lost me, carry on, we can't get back up
Let that drum roll, don't make me pick them sticks back up (uh)

Yeah, nigga, I think I'm the shit so what? (Uh)
All that talkin' crazy get your shit sold out (yeah)
They've been movin' weird since my shit slowed up
They had the Glock in the 'Rari and their shit slowed up
I said: Baby, won't you come my way, she showed up
Lifestyle drivin' you crazy, it gets so tough
And I love when she rockin' them high heels shoes
Slim thick, pretty face in some Jimmy Choos
Couple bands on my left, and my right they blues
Nigga, no days off, just remindin' you
Really did it for my gang, left the island, cool
Shit still bang like (?) too
I was proud to receive my latest tool
Diamond for my trap queen, that's her favorite jewel, Wap

Ayy, yeah

I done lost a lot of niggas, I done see 'em go broke
I done seen 'em lose they mind, man, that shit ain't no joke
It was loyalty at first then it's murder she wrote
Be the ones you kill for who put your name in the dirt
Keep stabbin' in my back, I can feel it, it hurt
They keep steppin' on my heart 'til that motherfucker' burst (burst)
Swear, it ain't enough time to put my pain in a verse
Ayy, I'm a livin' legend so I ride in a hearse
'Til I'm six feet way up under the earth
I keep ridin' with my pistol, keep it under my shirt
Tryna grow on me, they gon' make you a shirt

Remember I was comin' up mixin' Haze with the Purp'
Now my high school days pistol whip me, it hurt
Since my high school days, I've been puttin' in work
And I'm comin' for everything I feel I deserve
On my mother grave, she was goin' bezerk, yeah
Always knew that I'ma be the one 'cause I'm worth it (yeah)
I ain't never said I was perfect (no)
Never ever show where you hurtin', I stay workin'
Ain't nervous, yeah
You will never know when I'm lurkin'
Automatic door, Cullinan with the curtains (ayy)
I live in New Jersey, so I'm usually swervin'
And I've been up late, I'ma bring it in early, yeah, baby

Yeah, yeah
Woo-woo, yeah, yeah
Oh, baby
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, yeah
Yeah

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