Slayer Lyrics

Hold on

Let's go

I can't work at Chick-Fil-A

I can't work at Wendy's

I cannot respond to your lil' calls, 'cuz I got busy

Guess what, stepped into the stu' and I got busy (Guess what, slayer)

Roll some rocks up, came straight from the moon

Gon' make you dizzy, high as fuck, sleep (High)

Why in the fuck would I worry bout that nigga when that nine is tucked (On me)

Niggas slimy, they wiping your nose

Niggas fuckin' your sinuses up

If it's up with me that means anything goes

Got the stick on my side, imma clutch

Nigga sick, 'cuz he sipping on 'tuss

He get zipped, 'cuz we not finna tussle

Not finna tussle with niggas, been going up since I made Couple

I ball like the NBA bubble

If he run off with dough, he in trouble

Imma catch that lil' peon

I turn his feet hot

Do the dash, and beyond

That lil' boy in that Fiat

Gettin' money like eight ways

I can't never just be out Ho

Most these niggas just be broke

It ain't nothing to beef 'bout (Pussy, go get some money)

I can't work at Chick-Fil-A

I can't work at Wendy's

I cannot respond to your lil' calls, 'cuz I got busy

Guess what, stepped into the stu' and I got busy (Guess what, slayer)

Roll some rocks up, came straight from the moon

Gon' make you dizzy, high as fuck, sleep (High)

Why in the fuck would I worry bout that nigga when that nine is tucked (On me)

Niggas slimy, they wiping your nose

Niggas fuckin' your sinuses up

If it's up with me that means anything goes

Got the stick on my side, imma clutch

It's not pressure 'bout nun' of these niggas

It ain't pressure 'bout nun' of these sluts

It it was, I don't fold under pressure

Not having cold feet, never been issue for us

I'm in a high rise cozy, all of my shit going up

I think it's stuck

I think these niggas is capital B for capital bitch

Capital P for capital puss'

Step in the shit, I'm fuckin' it up

Fucking that bitch, and I'm fuckin' it up

I'm super clean, I'm super tough

Rockin' that fake ass ring, cover that up

Fill up a wood with like three and dump out the guts

We get a whole lot of cheese, still ain't no pictures of us

Aye, yeah (Ha)

Aye, yeah

Hold on

I can't work at Chick-Fil-A

I can't work at Wendy's

I cannot respond to your lil' calls, 'cuz I got busy

Guess what, stepped into the stu' and I got busy (Guess what, slayer)

Roll some rocks up, came straight from the moon

Gon' make you dizzy, high as fuck, sleep (High)

Why in the fuck would I worry bout that nigga when that nine is tucked (On me)