Yung Slarry - Slarry Sucks Lyrics

If Slarry Suck Show me a nigga
Who better told your bitch
Stop hitting me writing all
These love letters I was Posted on
The block with bullet glocky
In the sweater Fuck I'm showing
Money I'm the real za bag spreader

Cop the lex told the dealership
I want it black with leather
I ain't blood but I could hit the shines
To come and change the weather
Thottie used to wake me up and saw
Lean on the dresser and I don't
Do the cuffing tell The other nigga
Come arrest her walking on this beat I Feel like undertaker since a kid
I looked up to Shawn Michaels
Cause he's the heartbreaker
I was in Ohio poured a 6 I feel like
Slarry Baker I could turn a
Eighth of Za to Russel Westbrook

On the Lakers If I need some za
I hit A that's his hobby
I done mixed the jelly donut pinky's
And wasabai put the lex in
Sports mode I could turn to
Ricky Bobby on my way to the top
And ain't no nigga gon stop me

I'm from Lakeway Drive where
It get spooky at one false move
He Bobbie trapped if I'm not in town
Bullet gon show him how that uzi
Clap I been doing numbers you
Ain't here bout me just google that
I done copped the zaza out in Cali
Then flew with the packs They done
Heard them gun shots then took off Like they was doing track

I was in the trap with Feeky way Before Ik the rap didn't attend my
Graduation cause ik they all cap
And they pussy all facts
Slarry Slarry Suck

I don't need no co-sign show a nigga
What I'm really bout If he talking Crazy to CdG ima slime him out
Kidnap and tape his mouth

I could call hit from Houston cashapp
Just to pay him out off the lean
I'm faded out Rest in piss to all the
Opps Won't respect a nigga if he Call The cops Tinted all my windows
Just to scope the drop Told the
Bitch Ik youngboy so she
Gave me Top member I was broke
Gave my games to the pawn shop