Jarren Benton - Slow Motion Intro lyrics

[Intro] Yah, they be like Jarren! Where the f** you've been, dawg? I'm back n***a, K-K-Kato on the track b**h [Verse 1] Slow Motion, this is Volume 2 A p**y n***a what we calling you My pockets right, let's hit a mall or two Ayy me and flick will drink up all the goose The b**hes show love to all the crew I rap to get dough, that's all I do Aye middle finger up to all of you! Aye Jarren what happened to Funk Volume? Holy Christ Jesus Cliff Huxtable Drunk enough a fat b**h is f**able Flashy n***a all my sneakers colorful n***a shooting outta BMW Still stepping out in my Adidas 1800 in my margarita She gon' let me give her throat a fetus Imma go to sleep and she gon' roll the reefer Told you I'm not a human n***a They watchin us just like the Truman n***as Bra** knuckles I would ruin n***as I snapped the neck of f**ing two gorillas All this p**y feeling too familiar Oh that's right, that's Kato's mom Ya'll just talking, ya'll don't spray those guns I eat a rapper like a bagel bun These b**hes thinking imma ice they wrist Cause I love they a** and really like they tits Who gased these b**hes like they nitrest Oxide, one night the b**h The future's here, we got the microchips Hey really soon I might strike it rich Hey life's a b**h And her sister's a c*nt And any second b**h I might just flip All this liquor got me feeling woozy She got lick my dick and f**ing hoack a loogie I'll pull the knife and f**ing drop the toolie Illess n***a of the top loose-leaf f** cancer, send a prayer to Boosie Groupies let me get that oochie koochie I'll k** a b**h and my dick gets cooties A group of moolies bout to spray the uzi! [Interlude] f** you Kato All of you talking sh** man Appreciate y'all staying patient Slow Motion 2! [Verse 2] Yeah Now I bought a ferragamo belt I love the way marijuana smell These dirty b**hes let you run a train I call that lil b**h the monorail n***as can't duck 100 shells This that dope that don't sit on a scale If you n***as really whip the colt Put 100k up for the bail Never used a f**ing ghost writer Every f**ing word I wrote is fire You ain't hotter than a broke lighter Tell that b**h to ride it like a low-rider In this b**h I'm figting physis n***a Pray for Paris fighting ISIS n***as It ain't even safe up in a church I might stick a knife in n***as Used to sip a little syrup But n***as keep turning up dead They like you n***as is junkies They agenda go over your head Yeah Love it when n***as just dancing in dumb Question the world keep your hand on your gun This is that brand new Slow Motion n***a Volume 2 signing out, I am done