Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Slugs , by - Trae Tha Truth. Release date: 24.01.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Slugs |
| Young nigga takin' off on them percs |
| Young nigga puttin' in that work |
| Young nigga let that chopper do the murking |
| No Nowitzki but I leave him in the dirt |
| Young nigga throwin' up their sets |
| Us niggas running through these checks |
| Hundred jam I still no flex |
| Wearin' Nikes when I’m running through a check |
| I’m on that same thing, look at this change man |
| I’m just running through a mothafuckin' check dawg |
| Give me my change man |
| This ain’t no game man, look how this chain hang |
| I’m just running through a mothafuckin' check dawg |
| Chasing this check I’m not talking athletics |
| But I keep my money in lockers |
| If I make the call just know I got young shooters |
| Who ride like American choppers |
| They hustle for deal in that kitchen they cooking |
| A fool with the D like Ibaka |
| No medical dealer but for the right price |
| They prescribe Actavis like a doctor |
| Drop this wet, I call it rainy weather |
| Chopper’s disconnected like it’s not together |
| Mister Truth is fly and I am not a feather |
| I just hold these rocks up like I’m Roc-A-Fella |
| If your bitch is lame then I am not the seller |
| She can be with me it’s what I’m not to tell her |
| Like to play it low like I’m a acapella |
| If she here for dick then I am not to fill her |
| Give me my check if not a minute later |
| Swangers I’m tippin', should’ve been waiter |
| Look like a sw&cause everything is Gator |
| You don’t like me, then bitch you been a hater |
| I’m sick bitch, I’m sick I should’ve been a fever |
| Fuckin' with me, the trunk is where I leave ya |
| Gon' be a minute 'fore someone relieve yah |
| Got this bitch jumpin' like you had a seizure |
| Young nigga takin' off on them percs |
| Young nigga puttin' in that work |
| Young nigga let that chopper do the murking |
| No Nowitzki but I leave him in the dirt |
| Young nigga throwin' up their sets |
| Us niggas running through these checks |
| Hundred jam I still no flex |
| Wearin' Nikes when I’m running through a check |
| I’m on that same thing, look at this change man |
| I’m just running through a mothafuckin' check dawg |
| Give me my change man |
| This ain’t no game man, look how this chain hang |
| I’m just running through a mothafuckin' check dawg |
| You not gettin' them racks, oh where they do that at? |
| My neck, my wrist, my ears, and my fingers are sittin' on wet |
| I told that lil bitch to hop into my coupe, treat her like a lil pet |
| Copped me a Vette then I wrecked it, then I copped a Bentley and wrecked it |
| I got real shooters |
| They pull up with woolas and all kind of TEC 9s and Uzis |
| We talk on the phone I just tell 'em stay reckless |
| My bitch she gon' shoot, she a buddha |
| Chinese and Japanese |
| Her eyes looking closed |
| She gon' chase till she capture me |
| These pigs are so after me |
| This ice on my neck is so wet like it baptize me |
| I get that dope from the pope |
| While I get sex on the banana boat |
| I can’t save her, she better stay afloat |
| I’ll contain a baby for that dope |
| Whip it! |
| Whip it! |
| 'Til I have a stroke |
| Cook it, throw it, catch it, no Ebola |
| Treat my dogs like bacon no con-soda |
| Told you once I bang red, Coca Cola |
| Young nigga takin' off on them percs |
| Young nigga puttin' in that work |
| Young nigga let that chopper do the murking |
| No Nowitzki but I leave him in the dirt |
| Young nigga throwin' up their sets |
| Us niggas running through these checks |
| Hundred jam I still no flex |
| Wearin' Nikes when I’m running through a check |
| I’m on that same thing, look at this change man |
| I’m just running through a mothafuckin' check dawg |
| Give me my change man |
| This ain’t no game man, look how this chain hang |
| I’m just running through a mothafuckin' check dawg |
| I’m on that same thing, look at this change man |
| I’m just running through a mothafuckin' check dawg |
| Give me my change man |
| This ain’t no game man, look how this chain hang |
| I’m just running through a mothafuckin' check dawg |