Slow down
• Written by TroubleGod
Yeesh
Im a dog off the leash
Tossed my gun
as i ran from police
Niggas hate they aint know no peace
Im from these streets
Aint sweet when ya lifes on lease
And one wrong move
Its beef
now you six feet deep
I creep in while you sleep
Wrap you up in ya sheets
You squares get hit in a sequence
Like im making a beat
I skeet uzis
Excuse me cant move me bitch
I wont argue if its my fault
And It usually is
I hit the target every time
I Don't usually miss
My aim insane
I flame you lames
Im truly sick
Papi fronted me a brick
Told me to be quick
Hold up
Im tryna po' up
And tryna roll up
You actin grown up
Leave a hole in you
Just like a donut
Slow down for
you get got
Merry go round nigga
I told em Slow down nigga
You creepin' low round nigga
I bet that if my niggas clap you
Catch that whole round nigga
You And who roll round wit'cha
From that fo' pound nigga
Ya bitch the big bad wolf
How she blow down niggas
On the low down nigga
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TroubleGod
Member since March 10 2019