Too Slow

[Intro: 550]
Ooh, yeah
Ooh, yeah (Let the band play)
Ooh, yeah (Ayy, Marc, what it do?)
Ooh, yeah (5)

[Chorus: 550]
Trap, it was movin' too slow, nigga gotta go in the field with 'em
Can't fuck with no naggin' ass ho, nigga don't even wanna deal with 'em
Nigga trap still out the spot, even though I kept it too real with 'em
Last plug, had to run up a tab, damn near got to a mil' with 'em
Smokin', eyes closed like a Japanese
No lemon pound, got Master P's
Chokin' out hoes like wrestling
Pussy too slick like vaseline
Callin' my phone, don't ask for me
Niggas slide with hundred rounds just for me
Paper plate, nigga, no tag with me
I'ma catch a murder, don't ask for me

[Verse 1: 550]
Gotta catch a body, knock his top off
Fake shoes, nigga rockin' knockoffs
Ridin' down Ocean with the top off
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Bad lil' bitch speak Spanish
Hundred all blues what I'm havin'
Nigga, down the road, wasn't rappin'
Nigga, down the road, we was trappin'
Nigga, down the road, we was cappin'
Nigga, down the road, livin' lavish
Four guards, five bombs
Telephones in one
Got the weed in too
X pills and the lean
Place an order, get some clean
Bitch solid, Mr. Clean
Mouthpiece sold a dream
My main guard brought me wings
Hustle, dawg, anything
Dummy bale, pull schemes, yeah

[Chorus: 550]
Trap, it was movin' too slow, nigga gotta go in the field with 'em
Can't fuck with no naggin' ass ho, nigga don't even wanna deal with 'em
Nigga trap still out the spot, even though I kept it too real with 'em
Last plug, had to run up a tab, damn near got to a mil' with 'em
Smokin', eyes closed like a Japanese
No lemon pound, got Master P's
Chokin' out hoes like wrestling
Pussy too slick like vaseline
Callin' my phone, don't ask for me
Niggas slide with hundred rounds just for me
Paper plate, nigga, no tag with me
I'ma catch a murder, don't ask for me

[Verse 2: Young Scooter]
Trap beatin' like a drummer
OG gas, ridin' hundred all summer (Jugg)
Get a nigga ass smashed, don't think about it, I don't believe in karma
I got a lot of commas (Commas)
I'm talkin' M's (Count up)
I got trees (Trees)
I ain't talkin' Timbs (Only big gas)
Half these niggas so broke
Man, I don't even wanna deal with 'em (Fuck 'em)
Nigga ain't got a stripe to his name
Follow his partner with real millions (No cap)
Half these hoes so broke, I switch up phones, can't deal with 'em (Yeah)
Flight risk, I owe my last plug like two million, Street

[Chorus: 550]
Trap, it was movin' too slow, nigga gotta go in the field with 'em
Can't fuck with no naggin' ass ho, nigga don't even wanna deal with 'em
Nigga trap still out the spot, even though I kept it too real with 'em
Last plug, had to run up a tab, damn near got to a mil' with 'em
Smokin', eyes closed like a Japanese
No lemon pound, got Master P's
Chokin' out hoes like wrestling
Pussy too slick like vaseline
Callin' my phone, don't ask for me
Niggas slide with hundred rounds just for me
Paper plate, nigga, no tag with me
I'ma catch a murder, don't ask for me

[Outro]
(Break bread)
(Will-A-Fool)