#Bandgang #Shredgang Biggs - Slippin' lyrics

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#Bandgang #Shredgang Biggs - Slippin' lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1: Biggs] These n***as be trippin' they really be thinking I'm slippin' Don't talk tough on twitter or the b**hes come to me with it I like when they Dissing, I ain't trippin' I got the pistol Finna shoot anybody that look iffy Rollin up a eighty of a eight I'm feeling lazy You can't hit the blunt I'm facing f** yo feelings n***a pay me Bandgang the mob f** that n***a we the navy Bro want it he gone take it, run if he looking crazy My shoes Giuseppe, my watch a presi Talking to the plug like, Ima call you when its ready Come f** with a boss I can tell that you ready, cause you tired of yo n***a smoking five dollar reggies Rucci wheels skating leaves blowing like I'm raking Why the leaves blowing? Sweats behind me, we racing All my life, I been dodging bullets like the matrix That's why every night I count ten and go to sleep praying Brand new coupes back to back switches lanes All watch and pocket counting get yo dumb a** brained How he lose his life? let the forty be the blame Run up on my ima bang , you ain't f**ing with a lame Same old slogans, still out rolling Still whip it up with the same old potion Still Sport buffs, my sh** whiter than some lotion You working and get promoted While I'm putting plays in motion Online Shopping, Bad b**h popping Nawh I don't cuff so I'm bad b**h dropping Catch me in a Monte with a bad b**h slobbing She hurt, cause I ain't kiss her that's a mad b**h problem Had to drop her off she was getting on my nerves Want too much attention had a n***a jumping curbs Pull up in that Maybach had them lost for words I ain't tyrna stunt on nobody I'm just tyrna swerve Stalking me to d**h, I know she a perve Got that chicken in this b**h I just lost a herd Bandgang or no gang f** what you heard And I only state facts I don't go on what I heard Only in the trap I don't go out here with hoes Only yell raps, you ain't never sold a zone Not even if that, you ain't never sold a stone Betta get back you don't know my brother stone He'll clap you in yo dome or anywhere He want I love who love me and I don't care about who don't Detroit a hating a** city what tip n***as on? I Been going for too long so ima end the song

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