"Slap City" lyrics

[Azizi Gibson:]
Yeah

Ridin' with a grip 'cause I don't trust no one, boy, I don't trust shit
Nigga, have you seen her whole clit like I wouldn't hit a lick
Don't be lit, pull up on you like, "What's up, nigga?"
You a fuck nigga, cold bitch, old bitch (Woo)
I would take your trick, but she ain't worth shit (Bitch)
Ride in a coupe, like just fucked a bad bitch
Just me and my mans talkin' just some ho shii

Oh cup, pourin' down with my down ass bitch
No fucks, pourin' down with my down ass clique
Oh cup, pourin' down with my down ass bitch
No fucks, pourin' down with my down ass clique

Said, "I come in peace" with a fucking piece
Ho don't make me reek, yeah I'm geeked
Yeah, a nigga geeked, hope I don't sneeze
Couple G's in my pocket jeans, take one for the team
Watch me lit in my fucking V, with my cup of tea
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Okay, I'm ridin' on the line (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
The team top doin' fine (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitch, you wish that you was mine (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fuck a drip, good-bye
(Good-bye)
(Good-bye)
DJ Paul K-O-L mafia (yeah)

[DJ Paul:]
What the fuck you mean?
How you niggas gon' be keen
When I've been running a fucking scene
Since ninety-two, ninety-three (Ho)
Some say I'm the greatest, I think that's an understatement
I ain't toot my own horn, let my trumpet play a [?]
'Boutta let your bitch breathe when I had her on her knees
In the passenger seat, of my 2020 Stingray
Keep this one I scream, keep this one I scream
Bitch go deep, while she blowing me
Speeding down the highway
While I'm blowing trees
I think she only love me cause my D (D)
Because I'm famous [?]
That's probably why these haters hate on me
But I don't give a fuck, nigga run my coins, give me cheese

[Azizi Gibson:]
Oh cup, pourin' down with my down ass bitch
No fucks, pourin' down with my down ass clique
Oh cup, pourin' down with my down ass bitch
No fucks, pourin' down with my down ass clique