CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Ecstasy / Slackin’ Off
Aye, yeah, aye
When I pull up with that ecstasy, they know that I be slackin'
Louis?backpack,?yeah, they know?that I be packin'
Pullin' out my?racks, racks, they know that I'm stackin'
They know that I be stackin'
Used to call me Thumbtack, now I'm backtrackin'
Hundreds in the sack, yeah, they know that I be sackin'
Sack him like a quarterback, this sh*t boutta get hectic
Pull up to the synagogue, my f**kin' windows tinted
Lambo not a rental, (Aye)
I'm in her mouth, that's dental, (Aye)
B*t*h, my homies sentimental, (Aye)
Run up on me, boy, you mental, (Aye)
Run up on me, boy, you mental, (Aye)
I'm like a jawbreaker, (Uh)
B*t*h, I'm a lawbreaker
I break the law, on a f**kin' daily basis
Uh, on a daily basis
I got a Glock, got a pistol, got a .40 in my left hand
Aye, if you speakin' on my best friend
You could get blasted through the ma'f**kin' quicksand
You can't even withstand, choppa make a man stand, (Aye)
Aye, choppa make a man dance, (Aye)
I got xans in my xan hands, (Aye)
I got bands in my new pants, (Aye)
I been poppin' on like two xans, (Aye)
One xan, two xan, three xan, four
Knock, knock, knock, b*t*h, you know I'm at the door
And I pulled up to your block, wit a ma'f**kin' scope
And I'm skrtin' off the lot, and I pulled off with yo hoe
Aye, Ion got no trust, with yo homies, (What?)
Aye, Ion got no trust, with yo homies, (What?)
Aye, Ion got no trust, with yo homies, (What?)
Aye, Ion got no trust, with yo homies, (What?)
Aye, Ion got no trust, with yo homies, (What?)
Aye, Ion got no trust, with yo homies, (What?)
Aye, Ion got no trust, with yo homies, (What?)
Aye, Ion got no trust, with yo homies, (What?)
When I pull up with that ecstasy, they know that I be slackin'
Louis?backpack,?yeah, they know?that I be packin'
Pullin' out my?racks, racks, they know that I'm stackin'
They know that I be stackin'
Used to call me Thumbtack, now I'm backtrackin'
Hundreds in the sack, yeah, they know that I be sackin'
Sack him like a quarterback, this sh*t boutta get hectic
Pull up to the synagogue, my f**kin' windows tinted
Lambo not a rental, (Aye)
I'm in her mouth, that's dental, (Aye)
B*t*h, my homies sentimental, (Aye)
Run up on me, boy, you mental, (Aye)
Run up on me, boy, you mental, (Aye)
I'm like a jawbreaker, (Uh)
B*t*h, I'm a lawbreaker
I break the law, on a f**kin' daily basis
Uh, on a daily basis
I got a Glock, got a pistol, got a .40 in my left hand
Aye, if you speakin' on my best friend
You could get blasted through the ma'f**kin' quicksand
You can't even withstand, choppa make a man stand, (Aye)
Aye, choppa make a man dance, (Aye)
I got xans in my xan hands, (Aye)
I got bands in my new pants, (Aye)
I been poppin' on like two xans, (Aye)
One xan, two xan, three xan, four
Knock, knock, knock, b*t*h, you know I'm at the door
And I pulled up to your block, wit a ma'f**kin' scope
And I'm skrtin' off the lot, and I pulled off with yo hoe
Aye, Ion got no trust, with yo homies, (What?)
Aye, Ion got no trust, with yo homies, (What?)
Aye, Ion got no trust, with yo homies, (What?)
Aye, Ion got no trust, with yo homies, (What?)
Aye, Ion got no trust, with yo homies, (What?)
Aye, Ion got no trust, with yo homies, (What?)
Aye, Ion got no trust, with yo homies, (What?)
Aye, Ion got no trust, with yo homies, (What?)
