Slackin'

Liquor will help with that (Been done got the women but we broke so where the money?) [Verse 1: Grade Aplus} (Balls So Hard) whats 50 Grand to motherfucker like me? Real Doe! Shit niggas out here will kill for Type of money if I had I'd still roll My 99 Buick wit the dents in the front Dudes get mad as a bitch when U stunt Bust my ass just to feed my self So not finna be no bitch nigga lick for the lunch Gradezilla, stayed illa Whole globe you won't find a thang trilla Born broke with no hoes Hurting and that liquor be the pain killer Now it got me so numb that I cain't feel it And the good guy done turned into the straight villain Making motherfuckers pay for the motherfucking day That they wrote a nigga off and they ain't feel him Wasn't trying to hear me but I can't fall off Meet a nigga shake a nigga hand all soft Tapes came out, dudes got plugged Now they wanna suck nuts & my pants all off Small time now but we get that Lil money on the side and the respect And that girl that wouldn't gimme none in school that bitch next Crazy thing is we ain't did shit yet We just some broke niggas waiting on some big checks I mind my own, write my rhymes & songs, get my dick wet And kick back with this six pack where yo chick at till you get back Kick back with this six pack where yo chick at till you get back, ughhh! [Hook: Grade Aplus] We slackers that's rapping, we'd rather just stay in the house You sucker is clubbing, I'm fucking yo dame on the couch You go & you holla at house that you ain't finna get Lame as bitch, I be kicking it staining yo chick Slacking slacking slacking I be slacking slacking slacking I be slacking slacking slacking (Been done got the women but we broke so where the money?) [Verse 1: Grade Aplus} Real life, oh she could tell you what it feel like Cause if a nigga slipping on his pimping then I'm finna get his chick then I'mma hit her wit some real pipe, steel type Real nice kama sutra till it start to shooting Go to work till it hurt then it squirt Now I got her having dreams bout a nigga like Martin Luther Trill niggas catching a buzz thats what it was Now the #LOD's a doxen deep it happen us Laughing & stuff now my guys is passing em up Ain't missed an episode of Frasier but we ratchet as fuck Word to my nigga Niles While I spit it out wit a style I was kinda high when I figured out There was good game in my brain had to get it out When I spit it out, I'll be dicking down every chick in town Felt that deep down in my balls Ever since that one pep rally, where I ain't get no applause I said fuck em in they jaws, I'll get comfy in my own skin On ten shots of strong gin, before I stroll in Heart gone ex chick, snatched that out my chest So this next chick besta get, her ass up out that dress, yes {Hook}