SLOW (feat. MADD MAXX)

Look, time be movin' slow, but it be movin' slower cause the wock niggas talk all this shit till his ass had got shot Now you not on the block, pussy boy, where you Glock Heard your ass was hot, started ducking when they was sending shots Nigga, you's a bitch, and I heard your boy snitch You took up for that nigga, nigga, you just as bad as him Don't never wanna be y'all, nah I could never be them I got weapons of mass destruction, I feel just like I'm Ken Tryna pop out and catch that nigga in the A.M. or the P.M We just tryna see him, and since that's your best friend, you could be six feet beneath him And we tryna win, all the oppas tryna spin Don't hit shit, they just missin' once again I been on the block with the new fuckin' gen Every time I hit the block, they scream my name like Jen-Jen With my white boy Yeah, we sippin' on good gin I was out in Miami like a motherfuckin' dolphin Pull up in that shit, they can't even see behind the tents, they wonder who that, nigga you know who it been Double O, tryna pop out, help that nigga meet his end If he with his brodies, then we gon' clap his friends Double O, that nigga, yeah, he just gotta spin Bring the fucking beat back Bhris just caught a opp yea that's a head tap, no you not my homie you won't get a dap Every time they hear a song they say that shit l slap, double O get on the beat and he just fucking l black We tryna catch ya homie when that nigga fucking lack, said he was the one who put the city on the map Then got put on his back, with a head crack Like we playing C-Lo Judge got them locked up They gotta free my fuckin' bro Judge got them locked up They gotta free my fuckin' bro So I'm yelling out free ksoo Yeah, we need that peso It never was a race, so I always came refreshed ya nigga's movin' way too slow Money comin' in fast, so I can't take no breaks, though New whip do 150, like I swerv I won't crash Nigga's always talkin' like we don't got them bags His homies dying, they never slide, now I know why they mad Glock came with a beam and a drum for a mag If I up this pole, he gon' get hit and start breathin' slow After that, he won't say shit, not no more He shoulda thought real hard, now his brain soft like snow His business wasnt boom, it was movin' slow Not for IMB niggas already fuckin' know I'm gettin' to the bag, never movin' fuckin Slow