Slapz by Louie Summerfield published on 2024-03-27T14:03:44Z I don't give a f**k and I don't play no game I'm just meeting with the devil I won't say no names I don't give a f**k I don't drink no rap had an encounter with God and he thinks this slaps I'm the reason why they let cali herb in I don't give a f**k I'm on my own a whole person I gotta be in a crib with a cat named demon I'm in the game with the rap stayin schemin Everybody wanna ride on the rhythm be like journey dont' stop believin I don't care I just take my s**t with me I don't like none of that Got the whole world watching When you come home with me I be off of that lean I just poured my mud with this Make her come and get me If the world really loves me I just got some h**s & me I just poured out a pint of lean I am not a human being more like a holograph just pure light kill your ass gone in a flash polaroid camera style click and they pickin like my guitar strings cut em like a chicken My lethal weapon just might f**k around and spit it Or we can go in and get some drinks Ain't got no fingerprints Ain't got no fingerprints The evil I give ya I s*****d on your rapture Kick the door open and kick it That's where the reaper thinks And when I was down it aint nobody did it Wait till I hold the links I got a major flow I got a feeling that you won't do Bad b*****s and some drinks I'm in the benz with my lady in the interviews I'm tryna get all the b*****s I wanna be like Way I f****d her is a lot of funky instincts Don't ask me no questions And I'm trying to make a dollar in a dream Nothing but the extinct and the existence of some instincts I'm in the club with the baddest instincts Trying to make it to the daylight And I can't take my chain off a couple of minks and some high tops or some mints About to catch a precious breath and b*****s with my mistress We got the type of s**t that make you pull a twist Get your mind off the cake I ain't even gotta list About to go swimming with the sharks And a couple of hunnies with a little twist About to take my life But when I shoot the gift About to get my head straight for the pen And sometimes I f**k wit my wrist Genre Trap Rock