Slump6s – Origin

Origin Lyrics
Slump6s – Origin Lyrics

Intro
(Amir)
Yeah, yeah (Chris Mejia)
Yeah, yeah (Glory)
Go (Yeah), zoom (Yeah)
Go (Yeah), zoom (Yeah)
Go (Yeah), zoom (Yeah)
Go, yeah, yeah (Bop-bop-bop)
Go (Yeah), zoom (Yeah)
Go (Yeah), zoom (Yeah)
Go (Yeah), zoom (Yeah)
Go, yeah, yeah (Bop-bop-bop)

Chorus
Been gettin’ bread, but I think I need more of it
It’s just the start of this shit, it’s the origin
I got a 4 in the cup, yeah, I’m pourin’ it
Ask how I do it, I said I’m just born with it
Stackin’ my money, I ain’t gettin’ bored of it
Feel like Santana, this chop got a sword with it
Uppin’ that fye, he gon’ leave with a hole in him
I hit it once, man, I call that a hole in one
ARP and this bitch got kickback
Walk in the store, tryna find whеre the Ricks at
Me and thе gang tryna find where the licks at
That nigga still tryna find where his bitch at
That ho with me and you can’t get her back
They like, “Dakota, you gotta relax”
Stay with the gang, man, I could never lack
Livin’ the life, it ain’t better than that

Verse
My money up than a bitch, yeah
They tellin’ me I can’t miss, yeah
Walk in the spot and it’s lit, yeah
XD, it’s makin’ him twitch, yeah
X-XD, it got that boy runnin’, yeah
Ballin’ like Andre Drummond, yeah
When they see 6 and a hundred, yeah
That little shit, it ain’t nothin’
This chop’ get to hummin’ if that nigga play with my payment
She wanna fuck all on me ‘cause I’m famous
My niggas shootin’ that shit like they Damian Lillard
Playin’ that ho like I’m gamin’
Then I’m gon’ give her the kick like I’m Sheamus
My niggas wild, I don’t plan on tamin’
She is a nat, so I don’t plan on claimin’
I get the bag, go to sleep, do the same shit
I get the bag, go to sleep, do the same thing
So many hoes on my line, I can’t maintain
Shooter from Jersey, just like it was gameday
1500, you know that’s the gang way
Said I’m gon’ make it, I already did it
My niggas shootin’ a cap at your fitted
Said I’m gon’ go up, they ain’t wanna listen
Sellin’ out shows, man, they ran out of tickets, yeah

Chorus
Been gettin’ bread, but I think I need more of it
It’s just the start of this shit, it’s the origin
I got a 4 in the cup, yeah, I’m pourin’ it
Ask how I do it, I said I’m just born with it
Stackin’ my money, I ain’t gettin’ bored of it
Feel like Santana, this chop got a sword with it
Uppin’ that fye, he gon’ leave with a hole in him
I hit it once, man, I call that a hole in one
ARP and this bitch got kickback
Walk in the store, tryna find where the Ricks at
Me and the gang tryna find where the licks at
That nigga still tryna find where his bitch at
That ho with me and you can’t get her back
They like, “Dakota, you gotta relax”
Stay with the gang, man, I could never lack
Livin’ the life, it ain’t better than that

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