slumber Lyrics

You know I got altitude on em I'ma surpass these niggas on whatever I got

Going on

(Lxc, Where are you?)

Nothing left to say, I just wanna feel something

Yeah, kept it real playa, can't believe what I'm becoming

Can't remember her age, but I remember she told me just twenty-something

Can I trust the cup

Whatchu put in it, yuh

Whatchu put in it, yuh

Whatchu put in it, yuh

Baby, don't tell me no lie, getting high off my supply

All dat pressure we apply, we them niggas can't deny

Swangin' on Westheimer

Up in Houston, trappin in the summer

Oh, baby, come tell me what's your number

With yo friends, slide to the lo', turn it to a slumber

Oh, don't tell me that's your man, what a bummer

Oh, don't tell me that's your man, what a bummer

Come and slide with the gang, we just funner

Come through and just slide on the ventures

She want vibe with me, she want private dates

Before I blow up, she tryna throw the cake

Throw it back, she going crazy on the late

She said she caught feelings, I can't say the same now

High school shawty, she was dubbing me

Hublo I'm the artist, now she fucking me

They switched on me, a knife in my back

That's why I pray to God to guide me on this lap

It's a real journey, not a lot can handle it

Kash, I cannot fumble it, bullseye, hit the target shit

Good aim with it, good aim with it

Good aim with it, told them I got aim with it

Swangin' on Westheimer

Up in Houston, trappin' in the summer

Oh, baby, come tell me what's your number

With your friends, slide to the low, turn into a slumber

Oh, don't tell me that's your man, what a bummer

Oh, don't tell me that's your man, what a bummer

Come and slide with the gang, we just funner

Come through and just slide on the ventures

Mama stay worried, bout the kid

Mama don't worry, I'm too lit

Soon, I'ma come buy you some shit

Told you already, we gon' be filthy rich, yeah

I got lean on that, and gas on that

Gotta numb the pain somehow, numb the pain somehow

Gotta numb the pain somehow, numb the pain somehow, yeah

I can see in your eyes, yeah, you tryna fill the void

Why you out there, messin' with them boys

Saw you look back when you heard my voice

You look starstruck, I guess I am that boy

Swangin' on Westheimer

Up in Houston, trappin in the summer

Oh, baby, come tell me what's your number

With your friends, slide to the lo', turn it to a slumber

Oh, don't tell me that's your man, what a bummer

Oh, don't tell me that's your man, what a bummer

Come and slide with the gang, we just funner

Come through and just slide on the ventures