Slime Shit (feat. Yak Gotti, Duke & Peewee Roscoe)
Slatt, ayy, get out your motherfuckin' seat to this one, you know?
Slatt, slatt, slatt
Hunnid rounds in a Tahoe, nigga, lightin' up your tacos, ayy
Give him surgery, no lipo, they don't blame that bitch for pullin' ya down
Pull up to a nigga town, I'm prepared to take 'em down, nigga
Hey, this that slime shit, hey, YSL shit, hey
Killin' 12 shit, hey, fuck a jail shit, hey
Drinkin' Actavis, hey, on that snail shit, hey
Cookin' white brick, hey-hey, bricks and Bales shit, hey-hey
Bitch, I'm super rich, bitch, I'm stupid rich
I-I go ape shit, call that Ludacris, hey-hey
I'm not new to this, hey, I'm so true to this, hey
I done put a whole slime on a hunnid licks, hey-hey
Slime or get slimed (slatt), maniac don't have a mind (yeah)
These niggas be bitches, a lotta 'em snitchin', a lotta 'em droppin' a dime (you know it)
I come to the point in my life (you know it), that I just want one of my wives (yeah)
I think that I want that new Spider (I think), we rich so I know they dislike us (you know it)
I'm so too legit (yeah), on some Hammer shit
Diamonds dancin', bitch, YSL, VVS (slatt)
In the VIP and I got that pistol on my hip (you dig)
You prayin' that you live (you dig), I'm prayin' that I hit (you dig)
Hey, this that slime shit (slatt), need a slime bitch (ayy)
Compromise shit (woo), down to ride shit (woo)
Fuck-fuck the police (fuck 'em), in a high speed (skrrt)
Let her out on Bleve' (Bleve'), let her out on Bleve' (blat)
Hunnid rounds in a Tahoe, nigga, lightin' up your tacos, ayy
Give him surgery, no lipo, down, man, that bitch will pull you down
Pull up to a nigga town, I'm prepared to take 'em down, nigga
Hey, this that slime shit, hey, YSL shit, hey
Killin' 12 shit, hey, fuck a jail shit, hey
Drinkin' Actavis, hey, on that snail shit, hey
Cookin' white brick, hey-hey, bricks and bales shit, hey-hey
Bitch, I'm super rich, bitch, I'm stupid rich
I-I go ape shit, call that Ludacris, hey-hey
I'm not new to this, hey, I'm so true to this, hey
I done put a whole slime on a hunnid licks, hey-hey
Got banana clip for all these niggas actin' monkey (bananas)
These niggas amateurs in these skreet, they need hooked on phonics
Got ten trap spots, they bunkin', all of 'em doin' numbers
They just be talkin', I swear these lil' fuck niggas don't want it
I ranned up my money and I'm still in the trenches
Workin' calculators, when we fuck with weight, we call 'em benches
Got Bergalo and Troupe, they with me (they real neighborhoods)
Bang a neighborhood, 60s, tiny locs, they official
I get, I get it, I get it, however, I get it, I get it on my own
These Percocets, they got me so high, I swear to God I'm in my own damn zone (I'm high)
Thousand dollars on cologne
All these extras, I bought me a home, and it's big like a dome
Hol' up, country boy callin' my phone (brr, man I just saw 'em)
Hunnid rounds in a Tahoe, nigga, lightin' up your tacos, ayy
Give him surgery, no lipo, down, man, that bitch will pull you down
Pull up to a nigga town, I'm prepared to take 'em down, nigga
Hey, this that slime shit, hey, YSL shit, hey
Killin' 12 shit, hey, fuck a jail shit, hey
Drinkin' Actavis, hey, on that snail shit, hey
Cookin' white brick, hey-hey, bricks and bales shit, hey-hey
Bitch, I'm super rich, bitch, I'm stupid rich
I-I go ape shit, call that Ludacris, hey-hey
I'm not new to this, hey, I'm so true to this, hey
I done put a whole slime on a hunnid licks, hey-hey
This that slime shit, this that mob shit
This that hunnid thousand dollars do the job shit
Down to die 'bout this rap shit 'cause it's too much money
They say we gettin' money, now these niggas actin' funny
And they all fake like some bitch titties
Tell they bitch another lie 'cause we ain't fuckin' wit' 'em
And they groupie niggas and they ho type
Fuck the judge, YSL, this that mob life
We got these bankrolls on us, we in Vegas
Now I ain't goin' back and forth with y'all
Hello? Yeah, I'ma bet me a hunnid thousand
Ayy, all motherfuckin' hunnids, huh, shit, yeah, put me up
Slatt, slatt, slatt
Hunnid rounds in a Tahoe, nigga, lightin' up your tacos, ayy
Give him surgery, no lipo, they don't blame that bitch for pullin' ya down
Pull up to a nigga town, I'm prepared to take 'em down, nigga
Hey, this that slime shit, hey, YSL shit, hey
Killin' 12 shit, hey, fuck a jail shit, hey
Drinkin' Actavis, hey, on that snail shit, hey
Cookin' white brick, hey-hey, bricks and Bales shit, hey-hey
Bitch, I'm super rich, bitch, I'm stupid rich
I-I go ape shit, call that Ludacris, hey-hey
I'm not new to this, hey, I'm so true to this, hey
I done put a whole slime on a hunnid licks, hey-hey
Slime or get slimed (slatt), maniac don't have a mind (yeah)
These niggas be bitches, a lotta 'em snitchin', a lotta 'em droppin' a dime (you know it)
I come to the point in my life (you know it), that I just want one of my wives (yeah)
I think that I want that new Spider (I think), we rich so I know they dislike us (you know it)
I'm so too legit (yeah), on some Hammer shit
Diamonds dancin', bitch, YSL, VVS (slatt)
In the VIP and I got that pistol on my hip (you dig)
You prayin' that you live (you dig), I'm prayin' that I hit (you dig)
Hey, this that slime shit (slatt), need a slime bitch (ayy)
Compromise shit (woo), down to ride shit (woo)
Fuck-fuck the police (fuck 'em), in a high speed (skrrt)
Let her out on Bleve' (Bleve'), let her out on Bleve' (blat)
Hunnid rounds in a Tahoe, nigga, lightin' up your tacos, ayy
Give him surgery, no lipo, down, man, that bitch will pull you down
Pull up to a nigga town, I'm prepared to take 'em down, nigga
Hey, this that slime shit, hey, YSL shit, hey
Killin' 12 shit, hey, fuck a jail shit, hey
Drinkin' Actavis, hey, on that snail shit, hey
Cookin' white brick, hey-hey, bricks and bales shit, hey-hey
Bitch, I'm super rich, bitch, I'm stupid rich
I-I go ape shit, call that Ludacris, hey-hey
I'm not new to this, hey, I'm so true to this, hey
I done put a whole slime on a hunnid licks, hey-hey
Got banana clip for all these niggas actin' monkey (bananas)
These niggas amateurs in these skreet, they need hooked on phonics
Got ten trap spots, they bunkin', all of 'em doin' numbers
They just be talkin', I swear these lil' fuck niggas don't want it
I ranned up my money and I'm still in the trenches
Workin' calculators, when we fuck with weight, we call 'em benches
Got Bergalo and Troupe, they with me (they real neighborhoods)
Bang a neighborhood, 60s, tiny locs, they official
I get, I get it, I get it, however, I get it, I get it on my own
These Percocets, they got me so high, I swear to God I'm in my own damn zone (I'm high)
Thousand dollars on cologne
All these extras, I bought me a home, and it's big like a dome
Hol' up, country boy callin' my phone (brr, man I just saw 'em)
Hunnid rounds in a Tahoe, nigga, lightin' up your tacos, ayy
Give him surgery, no lipo, down, man, that bitch will pull you down
Pull up to a nigga town, I'm prepared to take 'em down, nigga
Hey, this that slime shit, hey, YSL shit, hey
Killin' 12 shit, hey, fuck a jail shit, hey
Drinkin' Actavis, hey, on that snail shit, hey
Cookin' white brick, hey-hey, bricks and bales shit, hey-hey
Bitch, I'm super rich, bitch, I'm stupid rich
I-I go ape shit, call that Ludacris, hey-hey
I'm not new to this, hey, I'm so true to this, hey
I done put a whole slime on a hunnid licks, hey-hey
This that slime shit, this that mob shit
This that hunnid thousand dollars do the job shit
Down to die 'bout this rap shit 'cause it's too much money
They say we gettin' money, now these niggas actin' funny
And they all fake like some bitch titties
Tell they bitch another lie 'cause we ain't fuckin' wit' 'em
And they groupie niggas and they ho type
Fuck the judge, YSL, this that mob life
We got these bankrolls on us, we in Vegas
Now I ain't goin' back and forth with y'all
Hello? Yeah, I'ma bet me a hunnid thousand
Ayy, all motherfuckin' hunnids, huh, shit, yeah, put me up
Credits
Writer(s): Wesley Tyler Glass, Ricky Harrell, Jeffery Lamar Williams
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