Quinn Ayers

Slope Slippin' (feat. Sean Mac & LateNiteTre)

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LateNite Shit Yeah LateNite Yeah LateNite Yeah LateNite Yeah I could give a f*ck, whatchu mean O-D-D, bad ass bitch double Ds That's the clique, if you ain't widdit D-I-E AC13 Imma let it fucking sing Bussin out the damn beam All I care about it cream H-A-M double cheese Yeah, I'm hard to fuckin please All I care about is steez & some double fuckin Gs Yuh I got Goyard on my bag If it ain’t money then it’s drag Not time for talkin I need cash All hunnits I need it fast I made a way on my own Pitbulls watch my throne Count this paper leave me lone At the crib in my zone Macaulay Culkin I’m home alone Invite yo bitch just to bone My ringtone be her moan All these hoes I need a clone Disrespectful on my own $250 for the zone Steady plugging all my bros Designer drip on my clothes Dressed in white like the pope I got fantas full of 4’s Paper cuts from these notes Holy ghost how I glow Macy day how I float This is A1 dope I be spittin' facts To watch your eyes roll fuckin' back Bumpin' spooky in da back  Of da lac dressed in all black Keep the pistol packed  I be thumbing through the racks Always in my fuckin' bagg I ain't talkin' bout the packs All these girls care about is stacks That is so fuckin' whack Yuh, Yuh I'm just talkin' fuckin' facts I’m just talking fucking facts I’m just talking fucking facts Water on my toes I be dripping like the juice man Baby said she hate me So I tied up the loose ends I got season like some Cuban Off that pack it had me ruined Trip off a bird like I’m clueless Straight to the bread like I need the gluten Call up a shooter have his ass shooting The game get strange F*ck all the loose ends Spitting to fast Glock f*ck an uzi Clap like a booty Make a nigga woozy If niggas get moody Whip em with the Louis She said “Uh um” No bitch, excuse me F*ck on a girl Fluzies get choosey Can’t f*ck with the law F*ck boy sue me Break her heart truly Gold like I’m Gucci Shop me a vendor Contenders all goofy Watch me Don’t lose sleep F*ck all the peace Nigga this shit deep Mothers lose sleep I’m alien I mean no peace Lift up the beam Pop a nigga hot grease Fresh of a yeam Leave a bitch knocknee Hit it like Rocky Ice call it hockey I hang w the goth clique Suck on my rock dick Lyrically nauseous Lyrically toxic Finish & start shit Whip it, I park it Light it, I spark it I keep a stick Pull it I dip Big juice what I sip She gimme lip Pull off, I dip Skrt Like i’m inna race No tay k F*ck ray j Team Kim k She gimme face Call my dick mace I’m in first place You on da chase Can’t keep the pace No leave a trace No leave a trace Bitch Yuh
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