Slangin 9 ft. Li Fred Hustle In Black Lyrics

I got revenge inside my mind so we be slayin' I ain't lyin', a lot of niggas say they bangin

Deep inside I feel they lyin' Thinkin' bout the pain that's in my angin

So I started cryin' I promise I won't let him take you from me

I'm a slayin' I see that boy won't use his mind

So I'ma leave it in his lap I'm floatin' down, I tend, man

Scott, try to get off on that slap No, she ain't gettin' shit from me

She better come make that shit clap Had to tell Avery, watch how you move

And the police get the tap You spot her, I ball up in trap

This shit hit deeper than rap I know he had somethin' to do

With my brother murder So I put my gun to Avery

I'ma shoot a nigga all up in his face Bitch, try playin' with my mind

Say it's a baby on the way Got fattest women, D.O.A

A lot of niggas be too fayin' Lord know I held it down

When he ain't have nowhere to stay I gave him food right off my plate

Then he had changed on a nigga For that, that rat who beat his cape

But I won't speak on that I pulled up on that nigga J

But he ain't wanna do it Fuck niggas, try diss me on that song

They know I'm too employin' Really thought Quon was my brother

But I seen how he was movin' Had to unfollow that nigga

I ain't won't do it to him Bad to talk to real, but that's my brother

He know that I love him Wanna know who really out to get me

I don't do no trustin' Let mama try for the B-Toxic

She in love with flexin' I don't never give a nothin

Show her love when we be fuckin' I got revenge inside my mind

So we be slayin', aight? A lot of niggas say they bangin

Deep inside, I feel they lyin' Thinkin' bout the pain that's in my angin

So I started cryin' I promise I won't let him take you from me

I'm a slayin', aight? I see that boy won't use his mind

So I'ma leave it in his lap I'm blowin' down I-10, man

Scott, try get off on that flat No, she ain't gettin' shit from me

She better come make that shit clap Had to tell Avery, watch how you move

And the police get the tag He spot her, I ball up and track

This shit here deeper than rap I know he had somethin' to do with my brother

Murda So I clip behind the Avery

I'ma shoot a nigga all up in his face This bitch try playin' with my mind

Say it's a baby on the way