Slimey Intentions

Advanced with my accuracy, never proficient
Designer belt just to hold up my britches
Been running from love i'm allergic to simping
Make easy money off pimping from Memphis
Somebody got tapped they said INE did it
Let's take a ride I ain't vibed in a minute
Lil box on the Glock they gone hide when I hit it
Don't try to snake me I got Slimey Intentions

Moving too fast now he in the dirt
My lil shooter keep Glocky up in her purse
She a classy lil bit but she know her worth
Send me all of her pictures I get em first
Poke it out she take pictures up in my merch
I be scared to show love it's a gift and curse
Overthinking it make everything worst
But i gotta man up I 'den seen worst

I get paranoid quick so pipe down
Steph Curry in the clip shoot ya lights out
I'm da hardest young nigga out right now
Pull up presidential like the white house
Pull up presidential like Obama
You think you a Gunna now you gotta suffer
Slid up on her snap and got her number
She tell me she love me while i take out her bundles
You a fool if you thinking bout cuffing
Drum on a stick like percussion
I dare you to touch me
I roll em up in a Russian
She nervous and blushing just want me to touch it
But i don't got time for the talk though
I load up a beat and I walk on it
Got the wood on the Drac
Better knock on it
He was dissing on me had to off homie
Ay

Advanced with my accuracy, never proficient
Designer belt just to hold up my britches
Been running from love i'm allergic to simping
Make easy money off pimping from Memphis
Somebody got tapped they said INE did it
Let's take a ride I ain't vibed in a minute
Lil box on the Glock they gone hide when I hit it
Don't try to snake me I got Slimey Intentions

Don't try to snake me
Get yo dumb ass slushed
Just for talking too much
Get yo dumb ass hushed
You can look at the rapper
But ho don't touch
Treat my watches like MATA
They all gettin bussed
Hear the flick of da lighter
The opps getting smoked
Make my profit off rap
Ain't standing at a store
Can't be linking wit hos,
I double check the lo
She look down at her phone too long
She gotta go
You niggas duckin'
First name should be Donald
Feel like Westbrook
I'll never leave my Thunder
This for my granny, sisters, momma, brothers
I'm straight out the trenches
I come from the struggle
Gang over hos
We riding for each other
Big INE
I'm dying for the letters
Turn her up, just to make her feel her special
Casamigo's, got her doing whatever

Advanced with my accuracy, never proficient
Designer belt just to hold up my britches
Been running from love i'm allergic to simping
Make easy money off pimping from Memphis
Somebody got tapped they said INE did it
Let's take a ride I ain't vibed in a minute
Lil box on the Glock they gone hide when I hit it
Don't try to snake me I got Slimey Intentions



Credits
Writer(s): Tadavion Jones
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