Slayer

Hold on Let's go I can't work at Chick-Fil-A I can't work at Wendy's I cannot respond to your lil' calls, 'cuz I got busy Guess what, stepped into the stu' and I got busy (Guess what, slayer) Roll some rocks up, came straight from the moon Gon' make you dizzy, high as f*ck, sleep (High) Why in the f*ck would I worry bout that nigga when that nine is tucked (On me) Niggas slimy, they wiping your nose Niggas fuckin' your sinuses up If it's up with me that means anything goes Got the stick on my side, imma clutch Nigga sick, 'cuz he sipping on 'tuss He get zipped, 'cuz we not finna tussle Not finna tussle with niggas, been going up since I made Couple I ball like the NBA bubble If he run off with dough, he in trouble Imma catch that lil' peon I turn his feet hot Do the dash, and beyond That lil' boy in that Fiat Gettin' money like eight ways I can't never just be out Ho Most these niggas just be broke It ain't nothing to beef 'bout (Pussy, go get some money) I can't work at Chick-Fil-A I can't work at Wendy's I cannot respond to your lil' calls, 'cuz I got busy Guess what, stepped into the stu' and I got busy (Guess what, slayer) Roll some rocks up, came straight from the moon Gon' make you dizzy, high as f*ck, sleep (High) Why in the f*ck would I worry bout that nigga when that nine is tucked (On me) Niggas slimy, they wiping your nose Niggas fuckin' your sinuses up If it's up with me that means anything goes Got the stick on my side, imma clutch It's not pressure 'bout nun' of these niggas It ain't pressure 'bout nun' of these sluts It it was, I don't fold under pressure Not having cold feet, never been issue for us I'm in a high rise cozy, all of my shit going up I think it's stuck I think these niggas is capital B for capital bitch Capital P for capital puss' Step in the shit, I'm fuckin' it up Fucking that bitch, and I'm fuckin' it up I'm super clean, I'm super tough Rockin' that fake ass ring, cover that up Fill up a wood with like three and dump out the guts We get a whole lot of cheese, still ain't no pictures of us Aye, yeah (Ha) Aye, yeah Hold on I can't work at Chick-Fil-A I can't work at Wendy's I cannot respond to your lil' calls, 'cuz I got busy Guess what, stepped into the stu' and I got busy (Guess what, slayer) Roll some rocks up, came straight from the moon Gon' make you dizzy, high as f*ck, sleep (High) Why in the f*ck would I worry bout that nigga when that nine is tucked (On me)