SlickThePoet - Slick Shit, Pt. 2 Lyrics

Camo shorts and Adidas shoes
I be ballin like Jordyn when he had flew
Cant stop young nigga that's a savage too
These rappers b-rad yeah Malibu
So don't get offended if I laugh at you
Yeah I make the beats mad they got a attitude"
Young rude boy
Ima fool boy
And you rappers looks just like food boy

You lunch and my dinner
I munch on you niggas
These niggas are turtles and I'm master splinter
Bitch Ima pit and I broke out the kennel
The beast is unleashed
You cannot sleep on me
Sleeping on me in nightmares im Freddy
It's only a dream cuz I'm tryna keep peace

This peaceful street
With this Jesus piece
But wonder why devil still follow me
Those red and blue lights make em cheese eat

I know I said master splinter
But no I ain't a cheese eater
You got pop with pills and lotta drugs so why the f*ck are free bruh

I cant believe that these niggas be snitching
You was like rondo the one that be dishes
They know that you snitches so you gon go missing

Camo shorts and Adidas shoes
This that slick shit
Never snitch we all know the rules
This that slick shit
I be laid back but I act fool
This that slick shit
This that slick shit
This that slick shit

That slick shit for my niggas
That slick shit for my hoes
That slick shit for my potnas
No slick shit for my foes

That slick shit for my Hittas
That slick shit for my bros
That slick shit for my rasta
No slick shit for my foes

Turning over
I just want a rover
But I dream about with a f*cking Chaffeur
With a loaf a bread and f*cking toaster
In my head that bread is money and the toaster... well it's just toaster

That's kinda funny

Make sure my money make money
I'm making the money While trying make money
I'm thinking of money
I'm seeing the money
I f*cked up the money
My friends say I'm changing
Because of the money
Yeah you got money but family hate you
And money create you
So who will your turn to when money can't save you

You want the power you need that
You need punch line practice get a speed bag
Oh you a father, where yo seed at
Oh I don't know, you don't know but bet you know where that weed at

Shit so sad but I can't look down
My daughter look up to me to now
Look at her face, beautiful smile

She look at the tv and say I want that
Dad I want that and dad I want this
When I get money buy all of that shit

Everybody can sing now
Where the f*ck is r&b now
Where the f*ck is the real artist that actually sing now
They stealing your flows and they rocking your clothes
Nah you just laughing cuz you been exposed
Bringing them presents like christmas
Helping the people so how can you diss this
Now everybody just be on that slick shit

No I won't change, I just rearranged
These young niggas brains that can't even think
They laugh at mistakes and hate when you great
I'm greater than every they can not do better
It's raining my lyrics and lyrics are bullets so f*ck yo umbrellas
I'm chopping them down you can't stop mu propellers
Lyrical bullets don't need ah beretta