Ken Deezy - SLAP lyrics

[Intro: Mars] Slap, yeaaaah, uh, Slap To the ba** yeah, uhhhh On the chase yeah Look, Everyday yeah It ain't no way [Verse 1: Mars] Okay, b**h I'm on fire Ain't sh** that you can tell me Won't stop 'til we ballin' Money tall like Wizard Kelly Rapping, cruising in a Buick Instrumentals from my celly Freestyling, cigarillo smoke Is deep inside my belly, woah Understand, I'm just rapping 'cause I f**ing can Industry full of b**hes, feel like the f**ing man Hundred Grand, I could make that with my f**ing hands All I need's a pen and pad, reason, and a couple grams Undefeated is my hoodie and my mind state I'm walking with a ten, your b**h is ugly like a blind date Stacking paper 'cause they loving how I do this sh** The flow is easier than grandmothers getting bruises is I give these people bars b**h Ask and they got em Shake the game I'll make you fakers fall like autumn Got these girls running back and forth Playing keep away You can keep the dame We getting change like a meter maid [Verse 2: Ken Deezy] Used to be the little homie Feeling like the big dog Getting bigger every time we let a hit drop Heard you got bars bruh Why you all lip-locked? Diamond on my arm, that's a wrist watch I make a k**ing in my city, then I bring it back And we got P's little homie, we don't need your grams b**h big titties, heard that daddy had a million Burning Peter Pan down in Never Never land Throw my dukes up, get my fam a new palace Beat on slap, call it f**ing brain damage p**y a** haters, ain't even worth a adlib Probably coming up way bigger than some rap sh** Say we gon' ride to this (yeah) Trying to f** on something super fly to this Now feel the ba** slap, come on baby slide them hips Then bring it back to me, come around live as sh** [Hook: Ken Deezy] Seen she down to grind to the ba** (SLAP) Heard she wanna ride, we on the chase (SLAP SLAP) Seen we out here shining everyday (SLAP) Heard we coming up, It ain't no way (SLAP SLAP) 2x [Verse 3: Mars] Okay I'm smoking something super loud I can't hear them f**ing haters Dreams of moving stupid crowds Stadiums and XL papers Music over everything the motherf**ing motto Call me Kordell Stewart, I'm quarterbacking Colorado You already know the name, Future Hero Kids Breaking in the nearest cribs Making sure they hear this sh** Screamin' Jay Hawkins on the stage Getting weird and sh** Quarantine the flow, other rappers can't come near this sh** It's sick, bet my sh** is ill I think my city starting to love me Said my sh** is real Drop a couple tracks we made for free I swear that sh**'s a steal It's nothing, trying to get the circle moving like a wheel f** it, tell 'em how we feel We getting bigger everyday I don't even need to try, they f** with everything I say Steady on the grind, I know my time is on the way Get it in the first take, Mickey Mantle at the plate Boy I'm feeling great [Verse 4: Ken Deezy] Told 'em how we coming up Can't nobody hold me down Locked up in the stu' Thats why I'm blue around the eyes now Money green sacks just to show that I've arrived now Know that's how we do it, why that come as a surprise now? I keep 'em glad 'cause my zips locked Throw a couple grams Feeling hot 'cause my sh** knock b**h so bad and Im'a f** her 'til my dick soft sh** straight rock Take a motherf**ing dip mah Holla 'cause we happenin' And always get it crackin' If I ain't rappin' I probably be mackin' We been coming up but getting sick of all this practice Seen we in fashion, like lights, camera, action (slap) [Hook: Ken Deezy] Seen she down to grind to the ba** (SLAP) Heard she wanna ride, we on the chase (SLAP SLAP) Seen we out here shining everyday (SLAP) Heard we coming up, It ain't no way (SLAP SLAP) 2x