Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We Slum, artist - Yelawolf. Date of issue: 28.03.2019
Song language: English
We Slum |
| Please don’t make me |
| Please don’t make me take off the safety |
| I run things, see, things don’t run me |
| Stuck in the bottom of the bottom, nigga |
| You don’t want no problems 'cause I’m gon' to get 'em, got 'em |
| Beam down, red dot 'em, I’m serving Red Robins |
| Just as soon as I spot 'em, adios, he hauled it |
| You know Fatt, he 'bought it, matter fact, reroute it |
| 'Fore I send them bullets flyin', crashin' like I killed the pilot |
| They gon' have to X-File it, another nigga missing |
| Where he at? |
| Shit, I don’t know, Tupelo, Mississippi |
| Hey, somebody better help him or they gon' have to ship him |
| To the ER to see Abby, baby girl gon' snitch him |
| Throwing hundreds like I’m pitchin', I got it, I’m a rich one |
| Bet whatever I’m leaving this motherfucker with a thick one |
| I don’t know you, bitch, you trippin', bust this nut and I’m dippin' |
| Out of sight, out of mind, another fucking dimension |
| I’m a nut with this pimpin', hit it up, Hoover Crippin' |
| Shawty motherfuckin' Fatt, the potbelly mack back |
| We slum |
| Please don’t make me take off the safety |
| I run things, see, things don’t run me |
| We slum |
| Please don’t make me take off the safety |
| I run things, see, things don’t run me |
| We slum |
| Please don’t make me take off the safety |
| Please don’t make me take off the safety |
| Please don’t make me take off the safety |
| I run things, see, things don’t run me |
| We slum |
| Please don’t make me take off that safety |
| Killers on front street, 'Bama gone crazy |
| This the shit they did to me, that’s the shit that made me |
| Weezy threw a pack out, I ran it up through 8th Street (Gone) |
| Bought it out by carvin', dodging black Chargers |
| Made it out the mud puddle, now I hustle smarter |
| Ran up with them sticks out, boy, you know what this 'bout (What?) |
| New rock, kilos stuffed in the tube sock |
| Straight drop, I’m hungry whether I ate or not |
| It’s fuck cops, a hundred orders on my block |
| It’s no stress, I done this shit here with no sweat |
| Big TEC, pussy boy, shoot at your neck |
| No flex, I really brought it up out the 'jects |
| No test, we really at it so cut the check |
| What’s next? |
| A hundred shooters with no vest |
| No warning, a few killers with no regrets |
| We slum |
| Please don’t make me take off the safety |
| I run things, see, things don’t run me |
| We slum |
| Please don’t make me take off the safety |
| I run things, see, things don’t run me |
| We slum |
| Please don’t make me take off the safety |
| Please don’t make me take off the safety |
| Please don’t make me take off the safety |
| I run things, see, things don’t run me |
| We slum |
| I’ve been in the back, back of that Pontiac, wearin' all black |
| Sittin' with a bag of smack, a duffel bag of dope |
| A nickelbag of funk, two gats, and a dimebag of crack |
| Shawty Fatt, nothin' but trouble, Big Henri |
| Yeah, motherfucker, these pockets gotta get filled up |
| So I got the box if you got the bubble |
| Chevrolet, several day, every day |
| Up them streets, them boys, they peddlin' |
| Turn that stomach upside down with violence, that’s unsettling |
| Ten toes down since they found prints of the brown Timbs |
| In the ground with rounds spit from pistol meddlin' |
| Creek Water, bitch, made on South Eleventh |
| Oakley or States, bitch, 231 shit |
| Trunk Muzik, goddamnit, pop the trunk and didn’t panic |
| Waldon Park, took that shit to another planet |
| So fuck you if you hatin', homie, I got all this credit on me |
| The streets are like wipers zonin', twistin' verses, Rigatoni |
| Sick of phonies but I never get lonely, they keepin' my violet |
| And ever since Fatt closed his eyelids, he became my pilot, yeah |
| We slum |
| Please don’t make me take off the safety |
| I run things, see, things don’t run me |
| We slum |
| Please don’t make me take off the safety |
| I run things, see, things don’t run me |
| We slum |
| Please don’t make me take off the safety |
| Please don’t make me take off the safety |
| Please don’t make me take off the safety |
| I run things, see, things don’t run me |
| We slum |