Saigon

Slip by, stored in dazzle Me, my sons, I’ll deem my signs Down my son boy, stored in faraway Tune me alarm, in this old line, uh huh Dope, coke, ketamine bump (Word up) She shove weight (Slatt) Girl, don’t give me that shit (Shit) She cum on this dick (Yah) She’s curling up, goddamn (Suh) She’s tryna give ‘em all up Poom, go blach! (F*ck) She gon’ play with them cops (F*ck 12) She’s dooming ‘em all, damn (On sight) She’s killing ‘em all, goddamn (F*ck) Slip by, stored in dazzle I’ll do snow a week I’ll die no slime nah ah ah I’ll do it higher Don’t sprawl Doses lie Intimate intimidation Head cool with considered concentration Blood pressure high cos the spoon full You can call it figure eight-ing But it's hard to say But it’s hard to stay humble When I’m on my heels and I still never fucking fumble What’s the crossbreed of a good man and sanity Much like a unicorn, I won’t believe it til the sensation of the prick from the fucking horn Slip by, stored in dazzle Me, my sons, I’ll deem my signs Down my son boy, stored in faraway Tune me alarm, in this old line - uh huh (Dante!) Taking that fucking loot