Slayed

[Pre-Chorus: Prod]

Ooh, yeah, callin' on my name, she don't know me, yeah

Please  don't call my phone, I'm off the Codeine

Always  on my dick like she the police, yeah

Wanna bring a friend, she like four deep

[Chorus: Prod]

All these hoes gettin' slayed, damn

Molly  on her tongue, she don't play, damn

I  don't wan' fuck, give me face, damn

If I'm gon' fuck, leave her face down

[Verse 1: Prod]

Ridin'  'round your block with that tre pound

They don't come outside, tell 'em "Stay down"

If they come outside it's a playground

'Cause all my niggas shootin' like they Ray, now, yeah

All  my niggas got it off the hit, damn

You can get robbed for your chips, damn

You can get robbed for your bitch, yeah

Pass it to my bro, that's an assist, yeah

All net, that's a swish, yeah

Shoot or shoot like the gym, yeah

Mix the juice with the gin, yeah

[Chorus: Prod]