Slime Em' Out
Heard the opposition mad they talking out they snout (Bitch)
I Just drafted some shooters from Golden State just like a scout
Crossing paths with the gang bitch you better change yo' route (For real)
Catch em' out up in public I tell my shooters slime em' out (Go get his ass)
He say that I'm pussy but I'm posted on yo' block (Right now)
Ain't got no time for social media beef cause it's a waste of clock (It's cap)
If me and Parkway don't approve then you can't fit in with the flock (Nah)
Yeah we ready for whoever bitch I'm clutching on my glock
All the bullshit in the world is 'finna cause a whole stampede (Damn)
R.I.P. to all them niggas that I see on my news feed
Twelve done kilt a innocent man that clearly said that he can't breathe (Why)
They just really started a war it's 'finna be bodies in them weeds (Dumped)
Talk to the most high everyday I pray I believe in God (Most high)
I'm just a tainted angel cause I hang with demons on the block
The streets so cold it changed my ways mama said I need to stop
But I don't know cause the fuckery probably won't let me see tomorrow (I stay 'clutchin)
I get to the paper end of discussion
Yo' pockets broke they need construction (Damn)
Everybody fuck with me all of a sudden (Leech)
You want the smoke got drums percussion
Got em' on lock I got em alert (Look)
She throw it back put it in reverse
Double cup action quench my thirst
Exotic smoke (What) gelato purp (Meds)
I don't let niggas come in my world they try to fuck it up (No cap)
Choppa loaded knock yo meat up out yo' skin a rubber duck (Hallow)
Let em' think you lacking whole time it's concealed it's hid it's tucked
Then I
Straight off the rip don't give no fucks (I don't)
Heard the opposition mad they talking out they snout (Bitch)
I Just drafted some shooters from Golden State just like a scout
Crossing paths with the gang bitch you better change yo' route (Forreal)
Catch em' out up in public I tell my shooters slime em' out (Go get his ass)
He say that I'm pussy but I'm posted on yo' block (Right now)
Ain't got no time for social media beef cause it's a waste of clock (It's cap)
If me and Parkway don't approve then you can't fit in with the flock (Nah)
Yeah we ready for whoever bitch I'm clutching on my glock
I Just drafted some shooters from Golden State just like a scout
Crossing paths with the gang bitch you better change yo' route (For real)
Catch em' out up in public I tell my shooters slime em' out (Go get his ass)
He say that I'm pussy but I'm posted on yo' block (Right now)
Ain't got no time for social media beef cause it's a waste of clock (It's cap)
If me and Parkway don't approve then you can't fit in with the flock (Nah)
Yeah we ready for whoever bitch I'm clutching on my glock
All the bullshit in the world is 'finna cause a whole stampede (Damn)
R.I.P. to all them niggas that I see on my news feed
Twelve done kilt a innocent man that clearly said that he can't breathe (Why)
They just really started a war it's 'finna be bodies in them weeds (Dumped)
Talk to the most high everyday I pray I believe in God (Most high)
I'm just a tainted angel cause I hang with demons on the block
The streets so cold it changed my ways mama said I need to stop
But I don't know cause the fuckery probably won't let me see tomorrow (I stay 'clutchin)
I get to the paper end of discussion
Yo' pockets broke they need construction (Damn)
Everybody fuck with me all of a sudden (Leech)
You want the smoke got drums percussion
Got em' on lock I got em alert (Look)
She throw it back put it in reverse
Double cup action quench my thirst
Exotic smoke (What) gelato purp (Meds)
I don't let niggas come in my world they try to fuck it up (No cap)
Choppa loaded knock yo meat up out yo' skin a rubber duck (Hallow)
Let em' think you lacking whole time it's concealed it's hid it's tucked
Then I
Straight off the rip don't give no fucks (I don't)
Heard the opposition mad they talking out they snout (Bitch)
I Just drafted some shooters from Golden State just like a scout
Crossing paths with the gang bitch you better change yo' route (Forreal)
Catch em' out up in public I tell my shooters slime em' out (Go get his ass)
He say that I'm pussy but I'm posted on yo' block (Right now)
Ain't got no time for social media beef cause it's a waste of clock (It's cap)
If me and Parkway don't approve then you can't fit in with the flock (Nah)
Yeah we ready for whoever bitch I'm clutching on my glock
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Writer(s): Chris Orr
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