Slap Ave. (2024 Remastered) lyrics

[Intro]
Repeat what you just did
Uh
n*gga, switches up (Uh), n*gga, switches up (Come here)
Zombie Land sh*t, man, Slap Ave in this sh*t (Ooh, Bi-Bighead on the beat)
Bird Ave, flipped five
First street, second street, third street, n*gga
n*gga, long live Martin in it (Huh)
n*gga, know what it is, man, n*gga, we run all that
You hear me
Yeah, uh

[Chorus]
Uh, b*tch, I want it now, ain't tryna wait, ain't in this sh*t to play
I'm tired of takin' souls, I'm tryna sell like twenty Ps a day
If every application twenty-eight, punch twenty somethin' a day
I'm tryna front you Ps, but you can't grind, you take too long to pay (Uh)
What's that sittin' in a Christmas tree? A camo baby K
I don't buy my b*tch no tiny bags, come hold my switches, bae
Tryna run it up off Bubble Bass like Boston Richey say
I spend a couple racks just on her ass, she wanna go to Tay

[Verse]
I spеnd a couple racks just on his head, I want him gone today
No n*gga bеtter not play with 808, I up the murder rate
I bet y'all tryna duck the feds, that switchy on me every time I catch my play
Don't want no snakes around, just stay away or you can meet the K
You pass, I want my money thumbin'
Uh. I'm still in the trap, sell white girl to a bunny
Ridin' 'round, in the kitchen, baggin' up, that's why my nose keep runnin'
Sit back grindin', manifestin' Ms, that's how I know it's comin'
Why she lyin'? Tryna make me wife her, b*tch, I know you f*ckin'
n*ggas dyin', once they mention me, they missin' all of sudden
Birds flyin', put it in the air, you see the dot is comin' (Uh)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, uh, uh
I can't sign no deal unless it's over twenty mil' or somethin'
Got this lil' b*tch perked off too much Casamigos, now she runnin'
Need a money machine, it's gettin'—
Uh, uh, need a money machine, it's too much chicken, gettin' tired of thumbin' (Yeah, ayy, ayy)
[Chorus]
Uh, b*tch, I want it now, ain't tryna wait, ain't in this sh*t to play
I'm tired of takin' souls, I'm tryna sell like twenty Ps a day
If every application twenty-eight, punch twenty somethin' a day
I'm tryna front you Ps, but you can't grind, you take too long to pay (Uh)
What's that sittin' in a Christmas tree? A camo baby K
I don't buy my b*tch no tiny bags, come hold my switches, bae
Tryna run it up off Bubble Bass like Boston Richey say
I spend a couple racks just on her ass, she wanna go to Tay