IMB 007 - SLOW (feat. MADD MAXX) Lyrics

Look, time be movin' slow, but it be movin' slower cause the wock niggas talk all this shit till his ass had got shot
Now you not on the block, pussy boy, where you Glock
Heard your ass was hot, started ducking when they was sending shots
Nigga, you's a bitch, and I heard your boy snitch
You took up for that nigga, nigga, you just as bad as him
Don't never wanna be y'all, nah I could never be them
I got weapons of mass destruction, I feel just like I'm Ken
Tryna pop out and catch that nigga in the A.M. or the P.M
We just tryna see him, and since that's your best friend, you could be six feet beneath him
And we tryna win, all the oppas tryna spin
Don't hit shit, they just missin' once again
I been on the block with the new f*ckin' gen
Every time I hit the block, they scream my name like Jen-Jen
With my white boy
Yeah, we sippin' on good gin
I was out in Miami like a motherf*ckin' dolphin Pull up in that shit, they can't even see behind the tents, they wonder who that, nigga you know who it been
Double O, tryna pop out, help that nigga meet his end
If he with his brodies, then we gon' clap his friends
Double O, that nigga, yeah, he just gotta spin
Bring the f*cking beat back
Bhris just caught a opp yea that's a head tap, no you not my homie you won't get a dap
Every time they hear a song they say that shit l slap, double O get on the beat and he just f*cking l black
We tryna catch ya homie when that nigga f*cking lack, said he was the one who put the city on the map
Then got put on his back, with a head crack
Like we playing C-Lo
Judge got them locked up
They gotta free my f*ckin' bro
Judge got them locked up
They gotta free my f*ckin' bro
So I'm yelling out free ksoo
Yeah, we need that peso
It never was a race, so I always came refreshed
Ya nigga's movin' way too slow
Money comin' in fast, so I can't take no breaks, though
New whip do 150, like I swerv I won't crash
Nigga's always talkin' like we don't got them bags
His homies dying, they never slide, now I know why they mad
Glock came with a beam and a drum for a mag
If I up this pole, he gon' get hit and start breathin' slow
After that, he won't say shit, not no more He shoulda thought real hard, now his brain soft like snow
His business wasnt boom, it was movin' slow
Not for IMB niggas already f*ckin' know I'm gettin' to the bag, never movin' f*ckin
Slow