[Intro: Slug Christ]
Up, down, that bitch get stuck on my mind
Slugga, yah, yah, yah, yah
Escalade
Promenade
That bitch kissed me right on stage

[Hook: Slug Christ]
Bring the escalade
Hotel, hotel promenade
That bitch kissed me right on stage
I got a now or later hater then I
Save it ? Now or later
Now or later ? Now or later
Now or now or later, later
Now or later, now or later

[Verse 1: Lil Tracy]
I have no guap so I finnesed a thot
She gon' pick me up just to give me top
She addicted to my nut look like she off the rocks
I love designer shit expensive brands when I shop
Pink glasses on my face that's that Kawaii shit
Pink condom for my bitch she get Kawaii dick
Got that Gucci on my body when I hit the spliff
Gucci panties off her body when we dip-dip
A trick, trick, trick any trick bitch
She love Lil Tracy cuz I sell it
She love Lil Tracy cuz I sell her
She gon' get angry when I next her
[Hook: Slug Christ]
Bring the escalade
Hotel, hotel promenade
That bitch kissed me right on stage
I got a now or later hater then I
Save it ? Now or later
Now or later ? Now or later
Now or now or later, later
Now or later, now or later

[verse 2: Kirb La Goop]
Pussy brah I need my papers with certain flavors [?]
Now or later I bring [?]
All my guns nick named eraser
Catch me out there with that pack
At the back cross the track
Twenty double oh boy that's a fact
Catch a case and lead a map
I'm screwin that oh goddamn in her panty
My top dun tipped right at your neck
N***a get to drummin'
Got no time for no runnin' boy I had to put you down
I put that on my granny always on me my [?]
I came from down there I came up off the set
Fuck rap I run for packs lean, xans, wax and that crack
[?] and I never switch I'm in loveland I'm lovin' bitch
I trick the tricks sold the bitch at 6
My lifestyle I can't quit
[hook: Slug Christ]
Bring the escalade
Hotel, hotel promenade
That bitch kissed me right on stage
I got a now or later hater then I
Save it ? Now or later
Now or later ? Now or later
Now or now or later, later
Now or later, now or later

[verse 3: Dank God]
Now or later
I trade gas for paper
Back in the day boy
I was a chronic masturbator
But now I got in
Got everything I need
Oh my God
Oh my goodness
Excuse me I feel a tad bit woozy
I'm up in the club blowin' sesh like an Uzi
But you don't I'm not kiddin' you don't wanna know
Because I got all the dro and my kids stay low
I can't tell you more, I can't tell you nothing
Nothing you can know body kid or my home
I gotta do me
You gotta go, go do your own damn thing
You can't be like me tho
Oh my God oh my goodness
Bitch said she wanna suck my goodness
Hmm, you just want a goody bag
Hmm, she must wanna suck my nads