TLOP, Pt. 1 E

I can see the billboards on the way Barely know how many times but they see the vision I see it, I know I can’t quit (yuh) (JayPoppin got me Poppin) Yeah, these days i feel so important (Ooh oh) What Slatt? (what slatt?) What Slatt? (what slatt?) What Slatt? (what slatt?) What Slatt? (what slatt?) What Slatt? (slatt) (let it slatt, let it slatt) (Yeah) Everyday i wake i count my blessings I got these racks but i’m not resting I called my bank, gonna need some new bands (I called my bank gonna need some new) I told my bad bitch, bitch come mop me up I count a billions by my cases, I’m geeked up When the racks come in i get more icy, racks kicked in Lil' baby don’t know i always keep it personal, everyday we ball Let me taste that shit, yeah yeah yeah spicy, real shit Got me cleaning shit like I’m a mod-stick, in my bag (my bag) I’ma roll up one to keep my self free from all this whacks (whacks) Got no one switching like a mystic behind my back (my back) And I told that lil bitch she gon’ wife me, bitch is always wet (Yeah oouu) I gotta lotta love in my soul Step down lil man leave my toe Too many out here from the look Too many out here acting they cool Too many reasons not to look Waited yeah, I wait for it Yeah, yeah I prayed for it (Yeah) Everyday i wake i count my blessings I got these racks but i’m not resting I called my bank, gonna need some new bands (I called my bank gonna need some new) I told my bad bitch, bitch come mop me up I count a billions by my cases, I’m geeked up When the racks come in i get more icy, racks kicked in Lil baby don’t know i always keep it personal, everyday we ball Let me taste that shit, yeah yeah yeah spicy, real shit Spicy, real shit Spicy, real shit Spicy, real shit Let me taste that shit, yeah yeah yeah spicy, real shit