Slammin’

[Verse 1]

Slammin'
Bangin' them beans off of my Boost phone
Jammin'
Straight Stevie Wonder while I get my cruise on
I'm making stangs to make a living wish I could move on
Barely got a roof over my head but my roof gone
I'm ignant
With a clique of niggas ignant as me
Roll with killers, jackers, kidnappers and shit real as can be
Geekers robbin' rapin' relapsin' cause they feel incomplete
Keep at least like two or three straps they bang that steel in the G
Some niggas live in the G, most niggas die in the G
Ain't shit twerkin they extra thirsty when it's dry in the G
Lord don't take me today cause my family relyin' on me
I'm so gangsta these industry niggas declined on me
So hoe I'm trappin straight Bo Jackson went from whippin' white to dealin' boy
To ship the gang a stanky to Kankakee, Illinois
So hit me for them demonstrations for your mane and them
No conversations straight up ventilation for your cranium

[Chorus] x 2

I'm so fo sho with it
Fresh out the do' with it
Go get the sprite and baking soda and mix the dope with it
We throw that package in the back and hit the road with it
And if you got it we gon' make you hit the flo' with it

[Verse]

Nigga what you trippin' for?
Know you gon' check out if you scared to go what you living for?
Plus it's hard to feel like you're living when you're out here living poor
Evil thoughts come in as I in and exhale this Swisher smoke
My daddy put me on the lick to hit this bitch for 20 pounds
I'm on my kick if it's legit how I'm gon' turn it down?
Duct taped his family faces left him face down on the ground
Once I got straight, I shot straight the fuck out of town
I'm fasho with it
Fresh out the do' with it
Rollin that Jolly Green giant - I don't smoke midget
Don't make an order unless you cop at least a boat with it
I'm small-time and tryna hit for fo' or mo' digits
I used to work up in the spot and had to clock and count the green up
Geekers in the back buttnaked and bout to beam up
Seen everythang but the motherfuckin' Reaper
And did it all while floatin' on a fluffy cloud of reefer

[Chorus] x 2

I'm so fo sho with it
Fresh out the do' with it
Go get the sprite and baking soda and mix the dope with it
We throw that package in the back and hit the road with it
And if you got it we gon' make you hit the flo' with it (and that's fasho nigga)