Mack Slim X Taylor G - We in the Den Lyrics

Back writin rhymes in my notebook
F*ck wit us get your girl took
So watch ya tone and watch ya look
Act funny get slapped it'll leave ya shook
Shit is real strong leave you in a trance
Slim and g tunes bang
They gon make ya dance
Hit a three then boogie
Like that man lance
Ballin in china where they love the black man
Melanin stick together gotta take a stand
We need to make a plan
Take control of some of land
Start your own shit
Make yourself a brand
Together as one we strong
Might roll one up
Might put it in a bong
I know i talk about it every song
It's just what i do I always stay stoned
Ya girl flat on my bed she layin prone
Probably could of guessed i just boned
Just called her an uber wanna be alone
Don't disturb spark one up
Turn off my phone
Now im so gone might be on mars
I'm the new mr spacely with these bars
Finna take my girl shoppin for some caea
Gonna drive somewhere far and look at the stars

Kept it simple
Kept it simple again
Writing rhymes with my pen
It's slim and g
You know the names
We in the den
We in the den
We in the den
It's slim and g
You know the names
We in the den

Pulled up in a hoodie
Dressed up all black
Keep my mouth clean
Don't got no plaque
Getting money niggaz
Don't know how to act
Got a couple thousand on me
That's no cap
Haters gone say that a nigga can't rap
Sit back I laugh stack my cash in the trap
I was working hard while you taking those naps
Got your girl in the back butt naked in my lap

Get yo money
Don't trust no thot
She brought her friend with her
Bet I shoot my shot
This the type of bitch leave you stranded on the block
Late night crying tears in the parking lot
She stole all yo money
Took the keys to the ride
2 hours later she was wit me getting high
Private flights taking trips to Versailles
Get yo money
Don't trust no thot
Pull up to the party
In a black droptop
I'm smoking weed
Big dank heartthrob
Gas coming in
On call nonstop
Way we making hits
It's gone get us to the top

F*ck haters stack my cash get rich
Blacked out coupe in ya dreams it's a witch
Keep ya mouth shut we don't tolerate a snitch
That glock on go and my fingers like to twitch