No Savage – Stop Slandering My Name

Aye Jourdan

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This how a nigga be feelin’ for real
You know every time I say I’m in my feelin’s I’m on some gangster shit
Aye Cam, turn me up
And every nigga with me thuggin’ too nigga
Fuck you talkin’ ‘bout? Free the gang
Matter fact, free the Mob
We’ll step on your mob too nigga (Uh, uh, Mob)

Chorus

I woke up today tryin’ hunt for some money
He coppin’ on dick so I served him a dummy
My whole damn life I was thuggin’ in the jungle
And you can’t name a nigga that took somethin’ from me
Only thing niggas took is a shot out this Glock
When I step in the kitchen the pack get rerocked
We ain’t totin’ no standard it’s drums in the trap
Big scope on thе M4 hit him from afar
Make my young niggas slide then thе block gettin’ fucked up
If everybody get away niggas just lucked up
It’s a deuce of that Wock’ in my motherfuckin’ cup
When I don’t drink syrup I be catchin’ the bubble guts
We park in and hop in and walk in through any cut

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switch on the stick make him think it’s a minigun
I don’t rap about bitches ‘cause I done hit plenty of ‘em
And that nigga on dick so I guess he my son

Verse

Put my Glock on whoever I don’t care if he young
I can shoot from the three like my name Nick Young
Smokin’ baseball bats and I slide for fun
That’s just a short way to say that I slime for fun
If I see someone reachin’ then I’m shootin’ at anyone
When you get where I’m at you don’t know how the enemy come

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get done
All I need my stick and my bitch to go one-on-one
I’m geekin’ to slide, I’m leanin’ my seat back
I slid, and I ain’t gon’ lie niggas hit back
But we got the Drac’s so we doublin’ back
I bet when we comeback a nigga get shot
It be bitch-ass people playin’ both sides
It’s cool, but they gettin’ left in between
I don’t sit at no lights I don’t stop at no stop signs
‘Cause a nigga might see me and leave me
Had to figure my life out
Bitch got the fuck I was tired and I took a night out
Don’t think I’m the one that will fight it out
He make a move while I’m tight and I’ll whip the bitch right out
And I bet you a nigga ain’t livin’ now
We the young niggas who steppin’ and do all the killin’s now
We lettin’ that murder game down
Drac’ blew his ass out the water he was dead ‘fore he hit the ground

I woke up today tryin’ hunt for some money
He coppin’ on dick so I served him a dummy
My whole damn life I was thuggin’ in the jungle
And you can’t name a nigga that took somethin’ from me
Only thing niggas took is a shot out this Glock
When I step in the kitchen the pack get rerocked
We ain’t totin’ no standard it’s drums in the trap
Big scope on the M4 hit him from afar
Make my young niggas slide then the block gettin’ fucked up
If everybody get away niggas just lucked up
It’s a deuce of that Wock’ in my motherfuckin’ cup
When I don’t drink syrup I be catchin’ the bubble guts
We park in and hop in and walk in through any cut

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switch on the stick make him think it’s a minigun
I don’t rap about bitches ‘cause I done hit plenty of ‘em
And that nigga on dick so I guess he my son