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Lil Tecca - Slayed Lyrics

[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]
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
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 2: Lil Tecca]
Yeah, bitch, I'm Tecca sprayin' with that K now
I don't wan' come home, I'm staying late out, yeah
Bad bitch fuckin' with the gang now
Tecca keep a TEC, that shit go bling, blaow, yeah
Take a nigga bitch, she wan' a ring now
All you get is dick then take your shit out, yeah
I don't fuck with snakes, yeah
All these niggas fake, these bitches fake, ooh, yeah
Pull up on his block and with that K, do it, yeah
Yeah, we shootin' shit, you know the gang shoot
Countin' all this money, fingers stained blue
Yeah, I'm runnin' up, I know the gang do

[Outro: Lil Tecca]
Pullin' up on a jet now, yeah
Bad bitch givin' head
Now I'm countin' all this dead
Now I'm countin' all this dead, yeah
Yeah-yeah, oh, woah