Lyrics BIG BAD WOLF - 919slum

Everybody keep dick-ridin' this old style that I used to do, man
I think that I should just go back to it for one song
I don't know, I don't know
If I get bored enough tonight, I'll make like a whole EP, I don't know
It's 1 A.M. in the mornin', I'm tired as fuck
My sister's right below me
She probably tryin' to sleep right now, hearin' my dumb-ass

Hagh, ha-agh
I'm smokin' pressure
Ah, fuck, ah
919SLUM in this bitch
I'm fuckin' it up Fourth Eye Records, and that shit

Aye, I'm smokin' pressure, I'm puffin' smoke, blow down your house
Big Bad Wolf, pay me now, one hundred thou'
I'm in the redwoods, Astral Palace be the house
Fourth Eye could pull up, and kill you right now
I hit the buzzer on a broke bitch like Simon Cowell
Beat that cracker bitch until he black and white just like a cow
Black eyes, broken nose, bloody lips I left him with
If I catch you slippin', it's fittin' to serve banana clips

Creepin' through the Astral Palace, blunts red, don't give a shit
No regrets, nah sike, regrets I'm still livin' with
To forget, do Percocet, maybe I will live again
Never mattered anyway, I'm not the type to play pretend
But anyway, I'll shoot you in the face just like John Wick
And press your head against cement, curb stomp like Rollins
Seth, put a hater in a wheelchair like Swanson
Got a Glock with a beam same color my teeth, I'm just bein' honest

Got swag, Louie V
Air Force 1s caress my feet
Melodies, I'm makin' beats
Basically all in my dreams
Nothin' right when you can't sleep
'Cause end of the day, you can't even eat
And end of the night, you don't wanna breathe
Fourth dimension, super OD, like

Got swag, Louie V
Air Force 1s caress my feet
Melodies, I'm makin' beats
Basically all in my dreams
Nothin' right when you can't sleep
'Cause end of the day, you can't even eat
And end of the night, you don't wanna breathe
Fourth dimension, super OD, like

I'm smokin' pressure, I'm puffin' smoke, blow down your house
Big Bad Wolf, pay me now, one hundred thou'
I'm in the redwoods, Astral Palace be the house
Fourth Eye could pull up, and kill you right now
I hit the buzzer on a broke bitch like Simon Cowell
Beat that cracker bitch until he black and white just like a cow
Black eyes, broken nose, bloody lips I left him with
If I catch you slippin', it's fittin' to serve banana clips