Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hit the Slopes , by - Sam Kramer. Song from the album Wrong n Right, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 14.12.2017
Record label: Epidemic Sound
Song language: English
Hit the Slopes |
| Oh oh |
| Race, oh wow, I’m trappin' on the way down |
| I’m grinding on like the holding rail |
| And I’ll hit the slopes and go hell |
| Brake, oh no, I cannot take this slow |
| I’m grinding on like the holding rail |
| And I’ll hit the slopes and go pro, yeah |
| Race, oh wow, I’m trappin' on the way down |
| I’m grinding on like the holding rail |
| And I’ll hit the slopes and go hell |
| Brake, oh no, I cannot take this slow |
| I’m grinding on like the holding rail |
| And I’ll hit the slopes and go pro, yeah |
| Please don’t take that powder, you don’t got no reason |
| Moving on top of mountains, homey got trapped, no breathin' |
| In my cabin, she don’t meant to challenge |
| Way back in my village, all my homeys bllin' |
| Way back in my village, I get up like salmon |
| Turn up in your city, I don’t need no packag |
| Rogers tryin' to reach me with the fobo jacket |
| Run up with the cellar and you’ll know I’ll jack it |
| I think I’ll rip it for you |
| Riding around in my coo' |
| Worried that it ain’t got no roof |
| Sorry I cannot get loose |
| I’m always chasing the Benjamins |
| Calling me Teddy adrenaline |
| I’ll tell my homies I’m better |
| They don’t know nothing about me |
| Race, oh wow, I’m trappin' on the way down |
| I’m grinding on like the holding rail |
| And I’ll hit the slopes and go hell |
| Brake, oh no, I cannot take this slow |
| I’m grinding on like the holding rail |
| And I’ll hit the slopes and go pro, yeah |
| Race, oh wow, I’m trappin' on the way down |
| I’m grinding on like the holding rail |
| And I’ll hit the slopes and go hell |
| Brake, oh no, I cannot take this slow |
| I’m grinding on like the holding rail |
| And I’ll hit the slopes and go pro, yeah |
| Ok got you |
| Tryin' to get up on my wife, you |
| I don’t know nothing about you |
| Calling the shots, I’m alright, you |
| Smokin' and cookin', that’s what I do |
| Recording out on the autotune |
| Kickin' them bars and I’ll bite you |
| Finally I feel like I’m right, you |
| Same same in a different way |
| All of my haters, they hate away |
| I swear I don’t have nothing to say |
| With all of this cashing my company |
| I’m on my way to my mansion |
| Calling my label to cancel |
| I don’t have time for no questions |
| I just have time for the answers |
| Race, oh wow, I’m trappin' on the way down |
| I’m grinding on like the holding rail |
| And I’ll hit the slopes and go hell |
| Brake, oh no, I cannot take this slow |
| I’m grinding on like the holding rail |
| And I’ll hit the slopes and go pro, yeah |
| Race, oh wow, I’m trappin' on the way down |
| I’m grinding on like the holding rail |
| And I’ll hit the slopes and go hell |
| Brake, oh no, I cannot take this slow |
| I’m grinding on like the holding rail |
| And I’ll hit the slopes and go pro, yeah |