Текст песни Havoc - Slump6s , Rich Amiri

Yeah (ooh)
Yeah, (ooh) look, ayy

Fashion, she love my fashion, don't need a caption (ooh)
Got ratchets, they automatic, they causin' havoc (ooh)
I'm stackin', I'm countin' cabbage, I had to cash in (ooh)
You lackin', we pistol packin', we just might splat him (ooh)
She ride on my dick, no, I ain't talkin' 'bout Rodeo, yeah (ooh) (pshh)
Plug hit my phone, I send that pack right through the mail, ayy (ooh) (pshh)
Tryna kill Amiri, I can't die, so you gon' fail (ooh)
Got pulled over in a stolo, so you know I had to bail (ooh)

He got caught up with that yola, free lil' Steve-o out the cell (ooh)
Finna show the world the real me, get up out my shell (ooh)
Bitch, I'm rollin' off a fat flat, you couldn't even tell (ooh)
Hit that boy right with a blatt-blatt, send that boy to hell (ooh)
I'm in Cali, I just bought a Motorola for my yola (ooh)
Up in the telly, and this ho, she think she know us, she don't know us (ooh)

Check my balance, I could take a fuckin' Ford to Bora Bora (ooh)
I rock ALYX and that boy, he rock Supreme, I don't endorse it (ooh)
Know they taxin' for this new lil' Tom Ford, you can't afford it (ooh)
Automatic in the V, we push a button then we floor it (ooh)
I was smashin' on this slut, I told that ho, "You can't record it" (ooh)
I ain't cappin' on the plug, I made the trap jump like Jordan (ooh)

Fashion, she love my fashion, don't need a caption (ooh)
Got ratchets, they automatic, they causin' havoc (ooh)
I'm stackin', I'm countin' cabbage, I had to cash in (ooh)
You lackin', we pistol packin', we just might splat him (ooh)
She ride on my dick, no, I ain't talkin' 'bout Rodeo, yeah (ooh) (pshh)
Plug hit my phone, I send that pack right through the mail, ay (ooh) (pshh)
Tryna kill Amiri, I can't die, so you gon' fail (ooh)
Got pulled over in a stolo, so you know I had to bail (ooh)

I'm in L.A, Coolin in a highrise and I'm gettin' slow like a snail (ooh)
Ready to cook a nigga like it's five guys (ooh)
If that nigga callin' me Namil (ooh)
Chopper bullet, it's a Five-Nine, fight (ooh)
Nah, I'ma bring 'em hell (ooh)
And every shirt that I got a medium, but I'm up on XXL (ooh)
I told em tell me somethin' that I don't know (ooh)
Gettin' money, nigga, you could tell (ooh)
I'm in the trap coolin' with a 44, I get caught, I'ma go to jail (ooh)
Tell me you hate me, that's a low blow (ooh)

But you really think that I'd care (ooh)
Thinkin' you faze me, nigga, oh no, I can't name a nigga I fear (ooh)
These niggas tweakin' together like BKTHERULA (ooh)
I feel like Yeat, mix the X with the boot up (ooh)
Wifin' that ho, you and her really boo'd up (ooh)
I tried to listen to you and I threw up (ooh)
No BO3, but I slide with the Kuda (ooh)
I walk in the party, saw you, I'm like, "Who them?" (ooh)
Im not fightin' no more, nigga, I'm finna shoot 'em (ooh)
Nigga talk on a stream, but I don't even view him (ooh)

Bad shit, she love my fashion, don't need a caption (ooh)
Got ratchets, they automatic, they causin' havoc (ooh)
I'm stackin', I'm countin' cabbage, I had to cash it (ooh)
You lackin', we pistol packin', we just might splat him (ooh)
She ride on my dick, no, I ain't talkin' 'bout Rodeo, yeah (ooh) (pshh)
Plug hit my phone, I send that pack right through the mail, ayy (ooh) (pshh)
Tryna kill Amiri, I can't die, so you gon' fail (ooh)
Got pulled over in the Stolo, so you know I had to bail (ooh)

He got caught up with that yola, free lil' Steve-o out the cell (ooh)
Finna show the world the real me, get up out my shell (ooh)
Bitch, I'm rollin' off a fat flat, you couldn't even tell (ooh)
Hit that boy right with a blatt-blatt, send that boy to hell (ooh)
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