Freestyle
Yeah, yeah yeah who the fuck is Slimelife Shawty
Who is he
Hey, hey come in up here lemme see that right now
I'ma smoke all of that
Nile I hear you
This sound like Quell
Pull up like a motor I really got older
I know I be trippin' when I be too sober
I'm gon' fuck you over, yeah over and over
LA for a week, fucked around rent a rover
Shawty got hot I might fuck 'round the toaster
I don't do what I want, I just do what I'm supposed to
When I find my haters no need for a holster
Ain't no barricades, I'm runnin' you over
Fuck my opps I say that shit every time
Fuck what you bang, fuck you and your sign
Fuck what you bang, fuck killin' yo kind
I'm runnin' with slimes, the big old slimes (so slime)
I put a 50 on the nine, yeah I bet that bitch drop a dime
He think he a gangster 'cause he keep a weapon
Now he the one telling
He turn shit out
Goddamn, I bet your hoe knows who I am
On the E-Way get some top in drop, she be moppin' my shit like goddamn
No hoes today but I'm guapo
Get hit in your top-o
For think that this shit be sweet
When I'm in these streets I'm like a pothole
Fuck a nigga life on up
He think he tough
Nah, he bluff
Think he can't get touched
I really tryna' put a nigga up
I'm tryna' stretch some' bad
These niggas be stressin' bad
What y'all look stressin' at
Goddamn
He tried the vibe and got blamed
On my side homicide, homicide on my side, homicide on my side
Goddamn
The conscience be graphic, it ain't nothin' but madness
My side like Jurassic, goddamn
Hah, goddamn
I like sayin' goddamn
Neighbours seen the drop they say goddamn
Thinkin' in school, I wasn't breakin' the rules
I was keepin' my cool and keepin' my tool
Wanted to fuck on my teacher
I ain't never tell her but shit I bet she knew
I bet she peeped I was better than dudes
Your bitch she see that I'm better than you
Only one there with pants
She ain't my bitch, but she do what I tell her to
Nah for real, I'm hard to kill
Put me on the track 'cause' I'm rawer than them
And I ain't got no flaw like them
Came out the lot in G ride
They gettin' loud on the east side
I'ma put my pedal to the metal
Middle fingers up, I ain't throwin' no peace sign
Fuck them boys for life
Who is he
Hey, hey come in up here lemme see that right now
I'ma smoke all of that
Nile I hear you
This sound like Quell
Pull up like a motor I really got older
I know I be trippin' when I be too sober
I'm gon' fuck you over, yeah over and over
LA for a week, fucked around rent a rover
Shawty got hot I might fuck 'round the toaster
I don't do what I want, I just do what I'm supposed to
When I find my haters no need for a holster
Ain't no barricades, I'm runnin' you over
Fuck my opps I say that shit every time
Fuck what you bang, fuck you and your sign
Fuck what you bang, fuck killin' yo kind
I'm runnin' with slimes, the big old slimes (so slime)
I put a 50 on the nine, yeah I bet that bitch drop a dime
He think he a gangster 'cause he keep a weapon
Now he the one telling
He turn shit out
Goddamn, I bet your hoe knows who I am
On the E-Way get some top in drop, she be moppin' my shit like goddamn
No hoes today but I'm guapo
Get hit in your top-o
For think that this shit be sweet
When I'm in these streets I'm like a pothole
Fuck a nigga life on up
He think he tough
Nah, he bluff
Think he can't get touched
I really tryna' put a nigga up
I'm tryna' stretch some' bad
These niggas be stressin' bad
What y'all look stressin' at
Goddamn
He tried the vibe and got blamed
On my side homicide, homicide on my side, homicide on my side
Goddamn
The conscience be graphic, it ain't nothin' but madness
My side like Jurassic, goddamn
Hah, goddamn
I like sayin' goddamn
Neighbours seen the drop they say goddamn
Thinkin' in school, I wasn't breakin' the rules
I was keepin' my cool and keepin' my tool
Wanted to fuck on my teacher
I ain't never tell her but shit I bet she knew
I bet she peeped I was better than dudes
Your bitch she see that I'm better than you
Only one there with pants
She ain't my bitch, but she do what I tell her to
Nah for real, I'm hard to kill
Put me on the track 'cause' I'm rawer than them
And I ain't got no flaw like them
Came out the lot in G ride
They gettin' loud on the east side
I'ma put my pedal to the metal
Middle fingers up, I ain't throwin' no peace sign
Fuck them boys for life
Credits
Writer(s): Wunnie Devontae Lee, Micquel Buie, Nile Bey
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