Slime Nothing

I ain't even have a plan I ran up them bands, I ran up them bands
Heard he ratted on his mans we pull up spraying when we hop out the van
I walk in Icebox, open up my jewelry box I see nun but them bands
Put some money on ya head we pop at ya clan, we pop at his mans
30 bands on the AP, now these lil' niggas don't even wanna play with me
So you know I keep a K with me, and you know that little bitch gonna spray for me
Walk out Icebox, nothing but chains, like a nigga straight from slavery
VVS diamonds shining, now these lil' bitches, they wanna come date with me
Every Slime Playin' Nasty, ain't doubting my niggas I know they gone spray for me
Stay ten toes down, tell the judge we ain't copping no fucking plea
Solid, you know we won't tell it
Smoke out the zaza, these lil' niggas reggie
Unscrew him like a pool stick in da Chevy
If they want smoke then this rap shit get deadly
Bands on me, yeah for real
Bitch I ain't signed to no deal
My jewelry case a quarter mil
Diamonds in Beverly Hills
Damn, that's really how you feel
I told you that I'm hard to kill
I ain't do nun but keep it real
That lil' nigga geeked off them pills

Gotta lotta range when I'm walking with a scope
Caramel bitch, she might shoot you to the floor
Ain't no cap in my rap, labels knocking at the door
These niggas switched up on me, now they acting like my folk
All of my opps they dead
That lil' nigga fold, they still sent him to the feds
Popped a nigga in the head,
Hop in that coupe & we mawfuckin fled

You say that you road, you ain't 'bout it
He say he got cash, he ain't got it
I just put my wrist in the faucet
I walk in the bank just deposit
All of my cups, yeah they muddy
How you slime, you ain't slime nothing
Big dawg, you a fucking puppy
Get him topped for a clean thirty
Run off with swag bags (?), boy you green
So much of this cash, I can't even tweak
When she pop a Perc, she say it's for her spleen (her-back)
They gone knock you off and I ain't gotta speak
Just flew in with bags, yeah I got it cheap
Another load coming in by the week
Slammin' doors when we hop out the Jeep
Leave you flooded like my fucking AP

The Glock 17 it got low mileage
My niggas won't fold, they so solid
He say that he 'bout it, he ain't shot it
My shooter gon' spot it and green dot it
Pop off your top, through the lens
I walked in the flame through a Benz
These niggas be acting like we kin
Only slide with my brothers, ain't no friends
Presidential Cartier
I bought it just to make 'em stare
Left them niggas over there
Now they see me everywhere
Bands on me wrapped in tens
Never cuff it, I'ma spend
Lil' boy stop calling me twin
Wash yo' bitch down with the Hen'
He say he gon' take it, he ain't shake it
I heard you got popped, he ain't make it
She say he get bands but he lazy
I run up them bands on the daily
When I crank up the motor; it's a sport
When I hit the gas you might just hear a roar
Pullin' up to the mawfuckin' store
Another drive-by, yeah I'ma let it go

You say that you road, you ain't 'bout it
He say he got cash, he ain't got it
I just put my wrist in the faucet
I walk in the bank just deposit
All of my cups, yeah they muddy
How you slime, you ain't slime nothing
Big dawg, you a fucking puppy
Get him topped for a clean thirty
Run off with swag bags (?), boy you green
So much of this cash, I can't even tweak
When she pop a Perc, she say it's for her spleen
They gone knock you off and I ain't gotta speak
Just flew in with bags, yeah I got it cheap
Another load coming in by the week
Slammin' doors when we hop out the Jeep
Leave you flooded like my fucking AP.