A$AP Ty Beats - Slackin' lyrics

Liquor will help with that (Been done got the women but we broke so where the money?) [Verse 1: Grade Aplus} (Balls So Hard) whats 50 Grand to motherf**er like me? Real Doe! sh** n***as out here will k** for Type of money if I had I'd still roll My 99 Buick wit the dents in the front Dudes get mad as a b**h when U stunt Bust my a** just to feed my self So not finna be no b**h n***a lick for the lunch Gradezilla, stayed illa Whole globe you won't find a thang trilla Born broke with no hoes Hurting and that liquor be the pain k**er Now it got me so numb that I cain't feel it And the good guy done turned into the straight villain Making motherf**ers pay for the motherf**ing day That they wrote a n***a off and they ain't feel him Wasn't trying to hear me but I can't fall off Meet a n***a shake a n***a hand all soft Tapes came out, dudes got plugged Now they wanna s** nuts & my pants all off Small time now but we get that Lil money on the side and the respect And that girl that wouldn't gimme none in school that b**h next Crazy thing is we ain't did sh** yet We just some broke n***as waiting on some big checks I mind my own, write my rhymes & songs, get my dick wet And kick back with this six pack where yo chick at till you get back Kick back with this six pack where yo chick at till you get back, ughhh! [Hook: Grade Aplus] We slackers that's rapping, we'd rather just stay in the house You s**er is clubbing, I'm f**ing yo dame on the couch You go & you holla at house that you ain't finna get Lame as b**h, I be kicking it staining yo chick Slacking slacking slacking I be slacking slacking slacking I be slacking slacking slacking (Been done got the women but we broke so where the money?) [Verse 1: Grade Aplus} Real life, oh she could tell you what it feel like Cause if a n***a slipping on his pimping then I'm finna get his chick then I'mma hit her wit some real pipe, steel type Real nice kama sutra till it start to shooting Go to work till it hurt then it squirt Now I got her having dreams bout a n***a like Martin Luther Trill n***as catching a buzz thats what it was Now the #LOD's a doxen deep it happen us Laughing & stuff now my guys is pa**ing em up Ain't missed an episode of Frasier but we ratchet as f** Word to my n***a Niles While I spit it out wit a style I was kinda high when I figured out There was good game in my brain had to get it out When I spit it out, I'll be dicking down every chick in town Felt that deep down in my balls Ever since that one pep rally, where I ain't get no applause I said f** em in they jaws, I'll get comfy in my own skin On ten shots of strong gin, before I stroll in Heart gone ex chick, snatched that out my chest So this next chick besta get, her a** up out that dress, yes {Hook}