SLIME BUSINESS II (feat. NËY 18 ARRÖW)
How we on, shock, they don't know
Call me a Pacino, cause I been boss
Leave a ramblin' on the side, shorty must not know me
Slime
All this cash that I've been missin', leave her, I suppose
Yeah, yeah, I suppose, yeah, yeah, I suppose, yeah, yeah
How he get them bitches still, trickin' bitches
Versace on the boy, I'm big headed, bitch
He said I switched he ain't my brother, fuck what he think
Yeah, yeah, fuck that shit, yeah, yeah, fuck that shit
Yeah, yeah, fuck they talkin' bout, yeah, yeah, fuck that shit
Yeah, yeah, always prepared if it's bout my brother, bro
Yeah, yeah, always stand on business, that's why imma cut a ho
It's kinda corny, shorty trippin, but she ain't my my type, yeah
I was off the P's, got some top, I told her bye, yeah
XV thats the ride big body whip, that's for the guys, yeah
Never on some sucker, he a lame ass, choosin sides, yeah
Let's party bitches, I don't hang out with no snitches
What I think of, only riches, call her wifey how she sending pictures
I don't argue, so dismissive
Sorry, I smashed, is that your Mrs
I stay checking on plenty bitches
I was broke once then I turned into a ratchet nigga
Pandemonium my time never checkin' on the lights
They'll never be bright
Never ask me on that wife
Every time I seek I flight, see beauty, see a fly
Choose a mountain hard to climb, that boy is slow think he Clyde
That boy broke, card decline, pussy nigga choose sides
Clout bitches, insecure niggas talk about wasting my time
The dirty cup, got the medicine, but it's still givin' me life
I wasn't Villianous, till they turned me one, now I look at them and smile
I've been notorious from the start, but I've never been on this typa time
Yeah, yeah, fuck that shit, yeah
Yeah, fuck that shit, yeah
Fuck they talkin' bout, yeah
Fuck that shit, yeah, yeah
Always prepared if it's bout my brother, bro
Always stand on business, that's why imma cut a ho
Gonna chase the bands always on the look,shooting in yo block,let it cloak.
Let it fucking cloak.
Spitting like I'm Glock
Keys on the audi bitch I'm on the run
Been on the grind always on my mind
Trying to survive, got that shit from bro
Counting on my racks heavy on wrist
Bags on bags on bags get checks or facts dont cap
It's on business man I paced the track
Now it's lapped and lapped and lapped
And while I'm chasing money all you do is lack and lack it's sad
Call me a Pacino, cause I been boss
Leave a ramblin' on the side, shorty must not know me
Slime
All this cash that I've been missin', leave her, I suppose
Yeah, yeah, I suppose, yeah, yeah, I suppose, yeah, yeah
How he get them bitches still, trickin' bitches
Versace on the boy, I'm big headed, bitch
He said I switched he ain't my brother, fuck what he think
Yeah, yeah, fuck that shit, yeah, yeah, fuck that shit
Yeah, yeah, fuck they talkin' bout, yeah, yeah, fuck that shit
Yeah, yeah, always prepared if it's bout my brother, bro
Yeah, yeah, always stand on business, that's why imma cut a ho
It's kinda corny, shorty trippin, but she ain't my my type, yeah
I was off the P's, got some top, I told her bye, yeah
XV thats the ride big body whip, that's for the guys, yeah
Never on some sucker, he a lame ass, choosin sides, yeah
Let's party bitches, I don't hang out with no snitches
What I think of, only riches, call her wifey how she sending pictures
I don't argue, so dismissive
Sorry, I smashed, is that your Mrs
I stay checking on plenty bitches
I was broke once then I turned into a ratchet nigga
Pandemonium my time never checkin' on the lights
They'll never be bright
Never ask me on that wife
Every time I seek I flight, see beauty, see a fly
Choose a mountain hard to climb, that boy is slow think he Clyde
That boy broke, card decline, pussy nigga choose sides
Clout bitches, insecure niggas talk about wasting my time
The dirty cup, got the medicine, but it's still givin' me life
I wasn't Villianous, till they turned me one, now I look at them and smile
I've been notorious from the start, but I've never been on this typa time
Yeah, yeah, fuck that shit, yeah
Yeah, fuck that shit, yeah
Fuck they talkin' bout, yeah
Fuck that shit, yeah, yeah
Always prepared if it's bout my brother, bro
Always stand on business, that's why imma cut a ho
Gonna chase the bands always on the look,shooting in yo block,let it cloak.
Let it fucking cloak.
Spitting like I'm Glock
Keys on the audi bitch I'm on the run
Been on the grind always on my mind
Trying to survive, got that shit from bro
Counting on my racks heavy on wrist
Bags on bags on bags get checks or facts dont cap
It's on business man I paced the track
Now it's lapped and lapped and lapped
And while I'm chasing money all you do is lack and lack it's sad
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Writer(s): Samuel Rukanga
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