Watson The Great - Slugs lyrics

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Watson The Great - Slugs lyrics

[Hook: Young Thug & Trae tha Truth] Young n***a takin' off on them percs Young n***a puttin' in that work Young n***a let that chopper do the murking No Nowitzki but I leave him in the dirt Young n***a throwin' up their sets Us n***as running through these checks Hundred jam I still no flex Wearin' Nikes when I'm running through a check I'm on that same thing, look at this change man I'm just running through a mothaf**in' check dawg Give me my change man This ain't no game man, look how this chain hang I'm just running through a mothaf**in' check dawg [Verse 1: Trae tha Truth] Chasing this check I'm not talking athletics But I keep my money in lockers If I make the call just know I got young shooters Who ride like American choppers They hustle for deal in that kitchen they cooking A fool with the D like Ibaka No medical dealer but for the right price They prescribe Actavis like a doctor Drop this wet, I call it rainy weather Chopper's disconnected like it's not together Mister Truth is fly and I am not a feather I just hold these rocks up like I'm Roc-A-Fella If your b**h is lame then I am not the seller She can be with me it's what I'm not to tell her Like to play it low like I'm a acapella If she here for dick then I am not to fill her Give me my check if not a minute later Swangers I'm tippin', should've been waiter Look like a swamp cause everything is Gator You don't like me, then b**h you been a hater I'm sick b**h, I'm sick I should've been a fever f**in' with me, the trunk is where I leave ya Gon' be a minute 'fore someone relieve yah Got this b**h jumpin' like you had a seizure [Hook: Young Thug & Trae tha Truth] Young n***a takin' off on them percs Young n***a puttin' in that work Young n***a let that chopper do the murking No Nowitzki but I leave him in the dirt Young n***a throwin' up their sets Us n***as running through these checks Hundred jam I still no flex Wearin' Nikes when I'm running through a check I'm on that same thing, look at this change man I'm just running through a mothaf**in' check dawg Give me my change man This ain't no game man, look how this chain hang I'm just running through a mothaf**in' check dawg [Verse 2: Young Thug] You not gettin' them racks, oh where they do that at? My neck, my wrist, my ears, and my fingers are sittin' on wet I told that lil b**h to hop into my coupe, treat her like a lil pet Copped me a Vette then I wrecked it, then I copped a Bentley and wrecked it I got real shooters They pull up with woolas and all kind of TEC 9s and Uzis We talk on the phone I just tell 'em stay reckless My b**h she gon' shoot, she a buddha Chinese and Japanese Her eyes looking closed She gon' chase till she capture me These pigs are so after me This ice on my neck is so wet like it baptize me I get that dope from the pope While I get s** on the banana boat I can't save her, she better stay afloat I'll contain a baby for that dope Whip it! Whip it! 'Til I have a stroke Cook it, throw it, catch it, no Ebola Treat my dogs like bacon no con-soda Told you once I bang red, Coca Cola [Hook: Young Thug & Trae tha Truth] Young n***a takin' off on them percs Young n***a puttin' in that work Young n***a let that chopper do the murking No Nowitzki but I leave him in the dirt Young n***a throwin' up their sets Us n***as running through these checks Hundred jam I still no flex Wearin' Nikes when I'm running through a check I'm on that same thing, look at this change man I'm just running through a mothaf**in' check dawg Give me my change man This ain't no game man, look how this chain hang I'm just running through a mothaf**in' check dawg I'm on that same thing, look at this change man I'm just running through a mothaf**in' check dawg Give me my change man This ain't no game man, look how this chain hang I'm just running through a mothaf**in' check dawg