Lyrics Slaughter House (feat. David Gretzky) - Tempo

I can't believe I made this

Woah ya nigga dave im flexed up
Ya nigga dave im nexed up
I gotta run these checks up
Baby I want the neck ughh
Hop on the beat I'm killing this shit
Im making a point you know I don't miss
I need me some money so imma go get it
That aint your bitch that is your best
Im killing her shit from the back need a medic
Gotta go hard they don't give me no credit
Im killing her shit while she rocking veracities
I need me some breech I need me some fedy
Im not a scammer go slide me some a shevy
Im cooking shit up like my name on debby
Ya nigga dave bossing up
We smoking the gas pass the bud
Drinking this henny pass for what

Ya

Can't Trust on a Bitch pass for what

Back from vacation she slide to the crib
I don't wanna fuck I just wanna chill
Catching these feelings Now look what you did
This Bitch too bad She a Snot on a mill
Ass too fat she just for the fill
I don't do love she just for the kill
I gotta get to these hundreds in bills
I cannot stop gotta get to a mill
I prolong don't do no deals
Not gonna fall today
(Nah)
Im Not gonna fall today
(Yeah)

Tempo he told me to get on the track
I feel like you saying I run with the facts
Ass too fat that junk in the trunk
I whip up a four with that trunk in the back
Just like a newport we roll inna pack
Hop out the Window we rollin with max
I don't do the drama im all in the class

Say it with that im popping With At