Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Slayed, artist - Kodak Black. Album song Lil Big Pac, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.06.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Dollaz N Dealz
Song language: English
Slayed |
Ayy, Sniper Gang |
Rah, rah! |
Slay a nigga! |
You know I’m slangin' cash |
Sniper Gang |
Rah, rah! |
Kill nigga! |
My nigga slayed a nigga, I just came from hanging with him |
I don’t know what really happened, I think he home invade the nigga |
You never catch me out here clubbing unless they paid a nigga |
Why the fuck I chase a bitch when I don’t even chase the liquor |
Hell yeah they call me Kodak but I ain’t come to take no picture |
So icy, make it blizzard, and I’m leaning sippin sizzurp |
Lil Wiz, still be kicking doors, I call that boy a wizard |
Damn, I was textin' drivin', I looked up, I wrecked the fender |
Wally say boy you better get her so I blitzed her |
No time to waste, therefore if I get her I’ma hit her |
My mama say, baby you a winner not a quitter |
Well not today, ‘cause mama soon as I hit her I’ma quit her |
Cut the top with a scissor, turned my new car to a vert |
I might need a new liver ‘cause my body full of syrup |
Kodak Black, but I’m smoking purp, thinkin' ‘bout cheesy purp |
Rest in peace, Wayne Head and Purp, them boys down to earth |
She know I’m a beast at every angle, you can call me Kurt |
Flipped her over by her ankles, locked her and she called me Kurt |
She know I be getting to the paper, I be putting in work |
Up the road, playing with the papers, yeah I got that work |
I’m on that greedy shit, that fiendin' shit, I need a piece |
I’m on that wreckless shit, that selfish shit, I’m playing for keeps |
Money hungry, I can’t spare bitch, I gotta eat |
I keep that heavy metal just in case he tryna creep |
I’m on that schemin' shit, you better give me everything |
I’m on that Demon shit, the devil know I keep that heat |
You remind me of your bitch, I got you on your knees |
Jeep Cherokee, I’m skiing with my dope boy wrist |
Take his bag then smash, what uncle telling me |
Dirty pistol, dirty mask, another felony |
Rocks in my mouth, I spit ‘em out when I was sellin' weed |
Choppers was tryna take me out at only seventeen |
9 Glock, body rock, this bitch hold 17 |
Mouth wet, pussy hot, she just was 17 (too young for me) |
Cocaine under my nails, working this triple beam |
No fingerprints on my shells, too sticky from the lean |
I’m on that greedy shit, it’s mine, I ain’t gon' feed a bitch |
Leave you leaking quick, one shot, one kill, Desert Eagle shit |
I really got it out the mud, this ain’t no freebie shit |
Guess how I got all my muscle, from deleting shit |
Hard on the pussy, no old lady, I just borrow the pussy |
These niggas thugging for the gram, gon' record the pussy |
Boy you remind me of your bitch, you a bitch |
Your address supposed to be a nigga’s ditch |
Old pussy ass nigga |
I’m on that greedy shit, that fiendin' shit, I need a piece |
I’m on that wreckless shit, that selfish shit, I’m playing for keeps |
Money hungry, I can’t smell bitch, I gotta eat |
I keep that heavy metal just in case he tryna creep |
I’m on that schemin' shit, you better give me everything |
I’m on that Demon shit, the devil know I keep that heat |
You remind me of your bitch, I got you on your knees |
Jeep Cherokee, I’m skiing with my dope boy wrist |