Slimey!

Nah, I ain't gone die for nothing
Don't talk tough nigga don't talk tough
We'll buss your shit in a minute
Tobi and Zee in the back with them yoppas
And Nada got heat in his hand like a skillet (skillet)
Donny and AJ pull up in a Phantom you can't even see 'em
The windows they tinted
Cade in the back of the back fucking hoes, moving work
If it's Nada gang know that we winning
Moncler coat and it's not even winter (it's not)
My money tall and it's not even center (it's not)
She tapping out and I'm not even in her (aw)
Her name is Kendall, she not even Jenner
But she got lips like Kylie and she twerk like Miley
She eat the dick like Mai Lee
We get it popping, we get it grimey
She be like, "Nada how the fuck you so slimey?"
She wanna fuck on me, no way, José
I do not care what the hoe say
I pour a four in my Rosé, yeah yeah
She give me brain but this bitch is illiterate (oh)
Fucking with me then you know it's not intimate (oh)
Can't cuff a hoe, I can't even consider it (oh)
She be like, "Nada you so inconsiderate" (oh)
I'm in her clitoris, I do no listen she talking that gibberish
We're not the same, no we are not equivalent
I do not love her I think I'm ambivalent
These niggas lame, I put that on my mom
Nigga talk down then I'm bussing his top
Tisakorean, I slide with a mop
She do not love me, she loving the guap
I'm in the droptop sipping on drop
I don't have fear, but I got Fear of God
I don't have fear but I run from the cops
I don't have fear I don't run from the opps



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Writer(s): Nnamdi Anaba
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