- The Alchemist slow roll 歌詞
- The Alchemist
- All my youngins be on go mode
Slow roll, all my youngins be on go mode Lets get it Used to pack it up, had to slow roll, tryna trap me up a dough roll Hundred round Drac and the long nose, thuggin on 8 with the .44s High-speed chase til the drugs on, runnin from Jake and the popo They claim the game but they subpar Sweat a hundred Percs , need another jar Been a hot boy with them rock stars Watching out for the sweep off of Dunbar Little Grand Marquis just be unmarked Sitting on a corner in her hood parked Said he beat his gun charge, seent em in the hood Hop out the back of a squad car Either you trap or you farm hot Choppers with straps on the arm stock Slidin with Glocks in the armrest Got some get-back, we aint duckin no wreck Put that chopper to a n!gga lips like some fxckin Carmex Blow the Artex, DJ run it back like a fxckin hot track Thuggin in the projects, I wish I could bring my n!gga Mas back Turn your town into Old Country Buffet But we met the plug at Outback We was back and forth down in K-Y, runnin with the Wildcats Met my young dog up in Mount Jax to get off the loud pack Hate my irritating ass Js but a n!gga love to count racks Slow roll Slow roll Slow roll ( All my youngins be on go mode) Slow roll When my doc write, look like scribble-scratch Straight drop got a n!gga block slappin like a pitty-pat Stuff a b!tch with a thousand Xanax in a jimmy hat Hothead with a heated temper, quick to Windex a n!gga fitted cap Right hand man the grim reaper, index finger, dont trigger that Dumb thinking you can fxck with Blockworks How the fxck a n!gga figure that? He done got whacked, hit him in his hat Twist his top back, well peel his cap Bloodstains on the concrete All-white stitch with a hint of grey Broken glass, middle of the street See the bricks chipped from the ricochet Wipe a opp off the hit-list, slidin off with them misfits Ridin round with this big b!tch, I just made another chicken play Dont let that money go to your head Cause the money change hands anyway In the Feds on his death bed only time when a n!gga pray Shawty took it straight to the head, R.I.P. to my n !gga Tay Free Justo, free my n!gga K, gotta hold it down for my n!gga Ray Used to let him pour his own trouble Champagne glass full of rose bubbles Louis belt with the gold buckle Mr. Micheal Mary with the stone jungle (Whatever) Slow roll Slow roll Slow roll Slow roll
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