Rick Rock - Slummin' lyrics

[Verse 1:] Showing up, showing out, making my presence known Rolling up, smoking out, in a perfect f**ing zone Fast laning and slumming, you can hear this hustler coming 'Round the block with hell knock, cutting up, stunting Middle finger out the sun roof, buckled up, not loose Ready to catch a fade, ready to put up my f**ing dukes Read to squeeze and make a neck, like this bottle of Grey Goose I ain't never cashed a check, just street n***a loot Managements, foolery, rocking hella j**elry Local superstar, you oughta see my car Outta sight, up to par, came a long way hecka far I owe it to my triple beam and my pickle jar There's macking in my DNA, make a b**h pay what she weight Everyday a holiday, born and raised up in the yay Polishing bruh, never been a s**er Sharp hustler, flyer than a crop duster [Hook] We out here greeting 'bout gudda it's like a holiday Standing out on the steps where my mama stay Walking right up to the car, let's keep it coming We out here slummin' [Verse 2:] Trapping and checking my tracks, collecting and counting my racks Steadily shooting craps, toting and packing gats And I'm already double fisting, at the bar get hella twisted See that b**h right there? That's the homie b**h But he don't know I'm hitting it Little gutter chick, can't get enough of it Strung out on my dick, she like to spit on it Act cla**y but really a freak nasty She like for me to nut on her cabbage There's game involved, I'm a damn fool I'm the n***a, a fixture, n***a I'm the dude I've never been a big tipper I can be hella rude Only thing I tip is my liquor and my food Boss status, smoking cabbage, living lavish, extra madness Profit flipping, flipping profit Louis sipping, hustle-holic [Hook]