Letra de Queen & Slime - Monaleo

(Feat. Stunna 4 Vegas)

Damn

Yeah, that's me, and you probably wondering how did I get here

I'ma tell you the story

But you gotta promise to listen and give me your good ear

It was something inside of my head tellin' me to slide

That's all that I could hear

Uh, so I hit the gas, zoom

All he seen is tires like he work at Goodyear

Uh, uh, uh

Baby told me that she had a lick so I had to get near, bitch

We finna snap, she talkin' 'bout she lookin' at a black Brink's truck just sittin' there

Ayy, look, fuck it, bae, I'm finna get in there

Just say the words and I'm on his ass (Wait)

I can't even too much control myself, I'm finna do this nigga bad (Hold on)

Shawty psyched out, ready to crash

Just keep him right there, we gon' go in his bag

Don't drive your car, pick up your bro car

You know to be smart, cover your tracks

I come through, strike me in my pipe, I had lil' bro run through the back

Ayy, bae, rock that nigga to sleep, bitch nigga a fool if he get attached

Aight, cool, what's your name? You said Drew? How do you spell that?

Oh, my God, I'm so full of shit right now

I'm just hopin' that he can't smell that

This nigga just talkin' to me and I'm noddin' my head

I'm listenin' out for the Hellcat

Tell them hold that thought, I'm gettin' a call

Girl, where the hell is you at?

What? I'm comin' outside right now, little nigga, pipe down

Did you do that?

Come on, you takin' way too long

We probably just hit for a few racks

If we skirt off, I bust this right, I ain't even stoppin' at no lights

This might be the easiest lick of my—

We finna count this shit up tonight

You might be right 'cause after this, we gon' be the richest ones in the city

We finna bust this shit in half, the only time we goin' 50/50

I'm so damn piped up off of this shit that I'm startin' to think we could hit a bank

Stunna, what you think?

I'm with whatever you with, fuck it, we finna crank

Aight, so boom, we in the car, I'm excited

I'm countin' up money, I'm feelin' delighted

I'm lookin' up flights, I'm thinkin' United

I'm not even thinkin' 'bout gettin' indicted

Then I see a flash, I'm thinkin' it's lightning

Nigga, that's 12 behind us

I'm lookin' at Stunna, he lookin' at me

Like how in the fuck did they find us?

I don't even know, but I'm finna go

'Cause, bae, I don't even stop for sirens

I'm paranoid, clutchin' my iron and checkin' my rearview

I'm hopin' I don't pop a tire

I'm mashin' the gas, I'm bouncin' from curb to curb with all this shit inside this car

Won't pull over nothin', nigga, if I did, then bitches gonna give me time

Okay, so Stunna flyin', burnin' rubber, goin' one-ninety-nine

Okay, I'm lookin' around like somethin' stink, smell like somebody died, okay

Stunna like, "Chill, it's just a tire, sit back and enjoy the ride"

No way, w-we on some movie shit right now

We callin' it Queen & Slime

Ayy, chill, I just lost control of the wheel, they threw out the spikes

Car started to slide

We in the middle of nowhere, can't hop out on feet, this shit'll be hard to hide

The folks caught up, they put us in cuffs

Went downtown and threw us inside, nigga

Better not sit me down, I'm tellin' them nothin' but lies

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