Slay Lyrics

[Intro]

[Hook 1: Jay Gudda]
Yippee-ki-yo, yippee-ki-yay
At least I can say that I did it my way
Bloody red eyes, and I'm sittin' sideways
Buck twenty-five on the f*ckin' highway (Let's go)
I think little crimes pay (Cha-ching)
Little risk, big reward, do it my way (Do it)
Bad little bitch do whatever I say
She live her life every night like it's Friday (Slay)

[Verse: Jay Gudda]
(But I cut ties like umbilicals)
Baby, I'm not feelin' you (Nah)
How do I get rid of you?
I swear to God that I'm spiritual
I'm always talkin' to him
I think he hear it too (He do)
The rest is miniscule
There's not a circle I can fit into
Lapped ‘em like a swimming pool
Check my stats with analytic tools
I can see who got them hidden views
Mama say I pick and choose (What?)
But I know how to stick and move (Yeah)
And I've been sippin' gin and juice
You thought that I'd quit or lose (Hm?)
Bitch, you got some different dude
She say that I'm split in two, what it do? (What it do?) I feel like I can smell a hater
Like we close, like we stuck inside an elevator (Ding)
Like we bros, like you got something to tell me later
I'm the seller (What the f*ck you tryna sell me, player?)
A said, “f*ck ‘em, you're an alligator” (f*ck ‘em)
“And it's now or later, you won't get your flowers later” (Never)
“Light this bitch up, like a Power Ranger” (Okay-kay-kay)
“Leave them people with that sour flavor” (Yeah)
You're f*ckin' right I'm greedy (That's right)
I want everything, you're f*ckin' right I need it
It's a sight to see, bitch (Check it out)
I might delete it
[Hook 2: Jay Gudda]
Yippee-ki-yo, yippee-ki-yay
At least I can say that I did it my way
Bloody red eyes, and I'm sittin' sideways
Buck twenty-five on the f*ckin' highway (Let's go)
I think little crimes pay
Little risk, big reward, do it my way
Bad little bitch do whatever I say (Thank you)
She live her life every night like a Friday (Slay)

[Outro]

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