Video Graduation de Slump6s 2024 Rap Lyrics

Slump6s - Graduation Lyrics

Yeah, bitch
Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me
(Apollo)
Bleh, yeah
Tuh, uh, huh, huh
Hop in a coupe and I'm racin'
Don't fuck with niggas just like I'm a racist
Bro caught a body, I'm not finna say shit
One of a kind, yeah, these fuck niggas hatin', hatin'
Rolls Royce look like a spaceship, no cap
I'm in that kitty like Doja, no cat
"Dakota, they wanna be ya," no Zack
Walk in the spot and I'm like, "Where the hoes at?"
They call my phone say they wanna book me for a show and I said it's a bet, yuh
I'm from New York but I'm not talkin' about NFL, when I hop in a jet (Okay)
ACOG scope, I did it and shoot it, man, shoutout to Wes
I do a motherfuckin' show in a vest
They gon' deny it, they know who the best
They won't say shit to my face but them boys got a whole lot to say when they all in they group chat
I signed a— I signed a deal but I still ain't gon' drop out of school and they like, "How you do that?"
Big 1500, you know what I'm reppin', them boys wanna beef 'cause they already know us
They tryna tell me what I should do with my career but they still never got they diploma
How that fuck that work, huh? Tell me
I got an ARP, it never fail me
Nobody fuck with you, they never told you?
All the hoes fuck with me, they wanna feel me
Wa-Walk in a party, groupies tryna feel me
Run up a mill so they call me Namilly
I put the D-I-C all in her belly
I got the K on me incase they tryna— you know?
They say I'm usin' the same damn flow, but it's my flow
And every time I switch it up and they ask to say, "Go back to that shit that I know"
I seen that that boy put a S in his name but he already know that that's my shit
Been waitin' to punch a nigga in his face, so I might as well hop in a mosh pit
That nigga been doin' old shit that I did
That nigga been copied the shit that I got
That nigga really my son, so he my kid
I shoot to God, boy, I'm high as a hotshot
We put a beam to his head, that's a red dot
Fuckin' your ho, now I'm makin' her bed rock
I put my mind to the craft for my bedrock
We killed another opp dead, it's a dead opp
.223, it go to the back of his head
If that boy talkin' down, put a rack on his head
Give a fuck 'bout a chain, bought attachments instead
Put ice on my neck like the back of a sled
Tried to find your career but it already dead
She suckin' me up, givin' almighty head
Repeatin' myself, bitch, I already said
Got your ho in the crib and she play with my dreads
We gon' knock off his head, leave him SoLLUMINATI
Got a Glock on my waist, leave a hole in his body
Got him shittin' himself, nigga, go use a potty
Is your ho in my phone? I don’t know, nigga, probably
On the block, 1500, they keep tryna find me
I can't fuck with that ho 'cause that hoe tryna line me
Made a check that you make in a week off of rhymin'

Alright, alright, I'm done now, like for real