Текст песни SLAY (feat. Summrs) - Summrs , Argo!

Hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids
Hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids
Hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids!
He slayed this one
Whole lotta hunnids
Whole lotta hunnids
Boy, you fucking with a soldier
Hunnids, hunnids, hundons!

Slay, you did it with this one
Which one I pick, I pick this one
Drank, it go straight to my liver
We posted up with them soldiers
We posted up with them killers
Choppa hit hard, he gon' feel this
Last year we was down bad
Now the bitch wanna fuck 'cause we flex in our Trillers
Fuck nigga say he don't like me, well fuck
You gon' do something 'bout it, come kill me
We balling out all year
And these lame ass niggas still sitting on the benches
Soon as I get enough racks I'ma go ahead
Take my lil' niggas out the trenches

This bitch so bad, but she bald-headed
So I guess I gotta go buy her some inches
We got a pint of that lean that we sipping
We driving that motherfucking stolo
Rocking Chanel and that Gucci, that Louis
That nigga stay rocking that Ecco
Just met a bitch off of Twitter
Swear she gon' fuck the gang for that promo
We took the brain out that coupe
So my nigga could shoot out that motherfucking go-zone (Shoot!)
We went to Neiman's and Barney's and Sak's
Yeah we damn near bought the whole store
Went to the party at Bens
Got the bands so I could just take yo' lil' ho

Yeah, yeah
Slay, you did it with this one
Got ten bad bitches, like which one?
Got Hi-Tech, I'm gon' sip on
You ain't rich like this, get your thrill on
To the pack, lil' bitch I'm peeling
I've been up, you call me distant
Boutta fuck, bitch, then I'm dipping
In the tree, no mace, I'm pimping
We going tropical
Bitch, Argo up, he topical
Bad bitch gon' suck like popsicle
I flood my wrist, that's nautical
They gon' call me remarkable
Bitch I'm with Summr, but this shit the fall
I'm going up, yeah I'm never gon' fall
You is a gup, you ain't with me, I'm a shark
That bitch only want my money
Walking clowns, they looking funny
Choppa on me like the army
Bitch don't even try to harm me
Purple jacket, tee is 'Mani
Beaters creased, they creeping on me
Get that cheddar, ain't no hobby
I'm at the top, you at the lobby, whoa
Chyeah, what up, Slay?

Slay, you did it with this one
Which one I pick, I pick this one
Drank, it go straight to my liver
We posted up with them soldiers
We posted up with them killers
Choppa hit hard, he gon' feel this
Last year we was down bad
Now the bitch wanna fuck 'cause we flex in our Trillers
Fuck nigga say he don't like me, well fuck
You gon' do something 'bout it, come kill me
We balling out all year
And these lame ass niggas still sitting on the benches
Soon as I get enough racks I'ma go ahead
Take my lil' niggas out the trenches