"Slammin" lyrics

(Did you just scam me?)
(Young Still)
Open the fuckin' door

Next day, gotta run up cake, gotta make my fuckin' money back (Double-back)
Deal or No Deal, Shark Tank, double-cup from the racetrack (Bop)
My lil' partner bangin' Strawberry Shortcake 'cause they bangin' red (He live)
Walked up to the block with my Glock out, it was in my hand (Bop, bop)
Hundred-yard dash on a fuckin' cop 'cause I got the .30 jammed
Switchin' up your prices when you tryna shop, bitch, ain't no negotiatin'
Give me top
I just bought all the sizes out the fuckin' Foot Locker
Pussy boy not in the backseat, not in the car
Catch a opp goin' backstreet, won't make it far
Bitch told me relax, then I pull out her sca—, uh
No trace 'cause we scraped the fuckin' serial off
Can't see the brand, I don't buy guns (Bop)
Only time I fuckin' trade when I'm in some shit (Bop)
Gotta buy some fuckin' tape
Clip fallin' out 'cause this bitch don't fit (Bop)
Droppin' ashes on the white Polo tee, take it off
I can't fuck up my shit (Bop, bop)
Motherfuckin' ARP, ain't no fuckin' soft
Go pick up the stick (Stick)

Chop your fuckin' finger off, you break in my house, try come steal my shit (My house)
You maneuver with your partner, and both of y'all get hit
Labels still tryna sign, but I ain't goin' for that shit
Pussy boy fake pipe 'cause they hoein' that bitch
I don't look through the scope, I just blow up your shit (Bop)
No brakes on the fuckin' whip, I couldn't stop that bitch, damn, I'm dead (Can't stop it)
Thousand dollars spent on Off-White, I can't stop
Come out, sit in there if it's money on the stage, then you better not run near it
Left that shit on her face, I'm talkin' 'bout my lil' kid (Bop)

Drugs, fame, killers