INTRO/SLUG’s APOLOGY LETTER - 0:00-1:00
DESTINATION - 1:00-1:48
BAG - 1:48-2:41
MUNNY -2:41-3:42
WLS - 3:42-5:31
(Destination)
Hopped out the two door
(stay dripped in glamour)
Paparazzi Screaming
(SLUG PLEASE WE WANT MORE)
I Tilt My Head
Then Kilt Them dead
Like ye said
Flashing lights
Like the feds ahead
Hopped in my two-seater
Gassed like the meter
Bitches screaming slug
They gassed just to meet her
The praise won’t stop
Like CB, Sevyn Streeter
But they could still see me
Riding round with my heater
Or with a hit man, Derek Jet-ear
Feminine but I hit man, abuser
Just got another hit man, i chart there
Ion play like hit man, no gamer
In the passenger
Sitting right here
Said they was passin her, where?
I see naan
Hoe that could do me
Read me, school me
Im so hot, woowee
Wrist iced, it cool me
(BAG)
Im that bitch, ya nigga want me get my groove (on!)
Fuck him, ditch him, (bye!) now he crying, never move on
They like “slug you be doing these lil niggas too wrong”
If my main nigga find out then he smoking both like two bongs
Shit GSTAR just asked me to hop on two songs
Highest in demand, big boss, like them ty-cons (tycoon)
Wait what the fuck, im a bad bitch uh
So hot, never really took a bad picturea
Money is the language, can you speak translation?
My Rosetta Stone is benjamin faces
Is ya Rollie Facin
Is yo goalie placed in ?
Like do you ball? like is you home basing
Yo bm in my dm
And yo bd wanna see me
Please don’t play me like a CD
Imma ROC YOU OUT like riri
(Munny)
Mimic my flows, my steps, mimic my toes
These girls never cold, like they all mimicking hoes
These bird ain’t fly so i dont mimic them crows
I just stay cold like NY, out by soho
You too predictable, where my cristoball
Cause all they do is copy, printable, stunt double
Im a cunt i suspend girls, principal
Careers cut it’s the end girls, credits rolled
You can't fuck wit me, you bitches can't peg me
If he got a buck on him, like sponge b, I’ll suck on em like a keg b
Cop gissepui for my right and my left feet
NEXT pls, go! get em out my face like MC
She thinkin’ she a ki (key) like them thangs that jangle
Imma murder she like when they wrote that sangle (single)
Bitches ain’t catch, ain’t fetch that the last line
You bitches can't catch, so bench the side line
(WLS)
All you flow crooks is shook
To hear a new one from me
Got new heat like new guns for you to meet
All these hoes wanna be me trick or treat
Where ya costume?
New nigga got bread
Never care what it cost him
Spit so hard, spit so awesome i lost em
Checking bitches off the list names what im crossing
Me and my bitches wild just like a mosh pit
We is too cold, get mitts gon defrost it
I am that bitch, they said that
If you need a hit, im the bitch to get bats
Pussy only pop pop pop for big bags
Like you don’t get sleep, or you just spend racks
Im the best, discussion gon and end that
Get a hit, concussion you ain’t got that
Im crushing you bitches, like it’s high school
Can't reach the top you my son, a high stool
I’ll crack ya lip, you’ll need the burts bees
Beat up the beats so bad i hurt these
Niggas pussy, they doing they skirtsys
They be feening on my pics, these niggas lurk me
I be balling more, than a endzone
They stall more, than a porter potty
In a fair zone
Bitches tryna cop my style, cop my stitch, my clothes on
They tryna cop the fabric, your sow on
Black on a track like it’s twelve AM-ish
Need me a soulja boy like on yasss bish
Handle his cheese, handle his cabbage
Never say please for bread, baguettes out in paris
