Slow Motion Intro - Jarren Benton, DJ Hoppa

Yah, they be like, «Jarren

Where the fuck you’ve been, dawg?»

I’m back nigga, K-K-Kato on the track, bitch

Slow Motion, this is Volume 2

A pussy nigga what we calling you

My pockets right, let’s hit a mall or two

Ayy me and flick will drink up all the goose

The bitches show love to all the crew

I rap to get dough, that’s all I do

Aye middle finger up to all of you!

Aye Jarren what happened to Funk Volume?

Holy Christ Jesus Cliff Huxtable

Drunk enough a fat bitch is fuckable

Flashy nigga all my sneakers colorful

Nigga shooting outta BMW

Still stepping out in my Adidas

1800 in my margarita

She gon' let me give her throat a fetus

Imma go to sleep and she gon' roll the reefer

Told you I’m not a human nigga

They watchin us just like the Truman niggas

Brass knuckles I would ruin niggas

I snapped the neck of fucking two gorillas

All this pussy feeling too familiar

Oh that’s right, that’s Kato’s mom

Ya’ll just talking, ya’ll don’t spray those guns

I eat a rapper like a bagel bun

These bitches thinking imma ice they wrist

Cause I love they ass and really like they tits

Who gased these bitches like they nitrous

Oxide, one night the bitch

The future’s here, we got the microchips

Hey really soon I might strike it rich

Hey life’s a bitch

And her sister’s a cunt

And any second bitch I might just flip

All this liquor got me feeling woozy

She got lick my dick and fucking hoack a loogie

I’ll pull the knife and fucking drop the toolie

Illess nigga of the top loose-leaf

Fuck cancer, send a prayer to Boosie

Groupies let me get that oochie koochie

I kill a bitch if my dick gets cooties

A group of moolies bout to spray the uzi!

Fuck you Kato

All of you talking shit man

Appreciate y’all staying patient

Slow Motion 2!

Yeah

Now I bought a ferragamo belt

I love the way marijuana smell

These dirty bitches let you run a train

I call that lil bitch the monorail

Niggas can’t duck 100 shells

This that dope that don’t sit on a scale

If you niggas really whip the colt

Put 100k up for the bail

Never used a fucking ghost writer

Every fucking word I wrote is fire

You ain’t hotter than a broke lighter

Tell that bitch to ride it like a low-rider

In this bitch I’m figting vices nigga

Pray for Paris fighting ISIS niggas

It ain’t even safe up in a church

I might stick a knife in niggas

Used to sip a little syrup

But niggas keep turning up dead

They like you niggas is junkies

They agenda go over your head

Yeah

Love it when niggas just dancing in dumb

Question the world keep your hand on your gun

This is that brand new Slow Motion nigga

Volume 2 signing out, I am done