Correction Lyrics Slat by PS Hitsquad

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Slat, slat, slat, slat (brrrr)
Attention
SebzBeats baby
Ay
Pull up and brr
f**k all the chat I'll do it for slat (I'll do it for slat)
Pull up and bap
Scratchmixedit
Bring it, bring it
Bring it
Ying, ying, ying, ying (ay take me in)

Pull up, step with yingers and waps (Huh)
And I slept in traps
Still tryna jump out dingers and slap
Bap, bap I'm lettin' it clap
Still tryna wipe man's nose like slat
Slat, slat for slat
Piñata, I'ma get man whacked
Bap, bap, bap
Pull up, step with yingers and waps (Huh)
And I slept in traps
Still tryna jump out dingers and slap
Bap, bap I'm lettin' it clap
Still tryna wipe man's nose like slat
Slat, slat for slat
Piñata, I'ma get man whacked
Bap, bap, bap

I still jump out dingers and do it
Mans hoppin' out with sweets like ChewIt
Mans tryna creep and beat, get to it
If not then I ying man bleak I'll do it
Been around, jump out and I ying man
Or I make sure that a slug go in man
And I swear man I'm still upset
So if I see man he'll feel this tek
Up this pole and revеal this tek
Man up this pole, I'm revеalin' flesh
They don't wanna spin this whip
If I ying this prick I might see man's death, death
Legs when they see man cheff
Weren't me could've been PS (Ergh)
See S then you might see death
Still pull up and wet a mans face no stress

Look, press, I wanna speak less (Press up)
PS I've been on BS (Eergh)
I'll back it out, I'll make 'em see death
Chess move, queen to the left
I was in jail used to speak on the tech
Now I just shout I get pees when I rep
Walk, step I've been with the set
Talk, threats, they've been gettin' cheffed (Ay, take me in)

Still gotta rise them waps up pronto
Corn in a man dancing like Azonto
I'd rather ying the yute in his neck
Than hit a man up with a one two convo (Ying dat)
Me and L like LA and Rondo
Now he's in the wok just givin' out convo
Still bring yings straight out of the bins
Or man bring things let it beat like bongos

I'm gettin' money
I used to get it, my nose it was runny (I did)
Now I just get it when I'm in a lobby
Pigs are pathetic they can't get it from me (Can't)
She want the Whitney, she don't want Bobby
She wanna lick me, she don't want body
I'm a bit tipsy, I don't want Vossy
I'm with the Henny, I move a bit c*cky, yay (Ooh)
Drive that B-O-A-T and I make the ting beat like G-O-A-T (Oh sh*t)
Let it beat with my afro or it's my hat low, I might just do a Jay Z
Bad b*t*h booked me a AP
I still got it tucked in my C-O-A-T
Might just do a Stacey
Rob man I might just do it stainey

Swing still hoppin' out with knives
Swingin' it, diggin' out someone's eye (Ying it)
Man's tryna see someone die
Gotta make them pay cah they made mum cry
Clocked badman tryna creep up sly
When I got my man he was screamin' "why?"
Corn in my hand tryna leave him high
I just upped this pole and I seen him fly

Swing, swing put it in then pull it
Or it's a whole of the bullets, foolish
I know I shouldn't do it, stupid (Raah)
I still step with the thing in the hoodish (Oh sh*t, oh sh*t)
Nah wait I meant hoodie
HitSquad baby I'm a block bully
When we step, get it correct
How many opps got put in a zoobie?

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