Slim (feat. Flourish Blakq)

Years geleden was kind
Black skin kleur grim
I ain't fucking with the slim
In my own lane, nigga, watch where you steer
Thank God i got the slim
Shot 'em in their beard that's a chin check (Yeah)
Overal on brown with the speed lines with no licen' but still driving (Yeah)
5 hundred on the dash real fast, project bitch real ass (Yeah)
I pull up the boxer and then she licking
Smokin' on some damp this shit is sticky
On that hood, bitch, you bad as fuck
I might just hit it raw with no rubber
Just the slim at button up with the bliss on it
Old days (Suu)
Wee markin' up (Wee Wee)
Livin' too fast, memorize that date
Wee markin'em (Markin'em)
Step on da stairs
Oboy way up (Way up)
Old hard days, wee was cleanin'em cups (Grr, Grrt)
Take dah loaf out the oven
Let 'em cold
I been rappin'em up (Rappin'em up)
'Range dah loaf after and bag 'em (Bagged 'em)
Young lil nigga's were happy (Wee)
Makin'em p's
Flourish Blakq, don't ever give a fuck
I got it from my father (Grrrt)
Run ya mouth over, I'ma shut 'em (Bow)
Say it, I'ma say my grace (I say, say it)
Surely goodness gon' follow me
And you listenin' right now (Follow us now)
Dang dah cake over and eat 'em (Woo)
Young nigga's were makin'em p's
Still bill, blow 'em brains
And sharp fast nigga's blow up (Bow, bah)
Money long, nigga's grindin' all terms (Rrn)
I say they makin' all terms
Wullup you call 'em frauds (What)
I call 'em brilliant
Nigga's Blakq say y'all brilliant
Fuck the other side, DQMOT
I got my pis, so much money i got on it
I bought a 'Rari just so I can go faster
Niggas, tryna play copy
I might pull up in a Ghost no casper
(Pussy)
I've been smokin' gas and i got no asthma (Pussy)
I've been poppin' percocet and i got no pain (Pussy)
Thank God i got the slim with me (DO)
Bitch, I'm a Mad Max
You know I got diggy with me (Diggy with me)
I'm a trapper, rapper
And i got the slim with me (The slim with me)
Keep a mad dog in case
They wanna get busy with me (Busy with me)
M'S in my bank account
The 112 wanna get busy with me (Busy with me) (DO)
Here the boy skee-skee on the scene she's screamin' (Pussy Pussy)
4-0, wristwatch it's a vigil watchin' (Pussy Pussy)
Hit the club it's a movie parkin' lot start shootin' (Pussy)
Hit the link it's a Glee, yeah, I'm certified everywhere (DO)
Years geleden was kind
Black skin kleur grim
I ain't fucking with the slim
In my own lane, nigga, watch where you steer
Thank God i got the slim
Shot 'em in their beard that's a chin check (Yeah)
Overal on brown with the speed lines with no licen' but still driving (Yeah)
5 hundred on the dash real fast, project bitch real ass (Yeah)
I pull up the boxer and then she licking
Smokin' on some damp this shit is sticky
On that hood, bitch, you bad as fuck
I might just hit it raw with no rubber
Just the slim at button up with the bliss on it



Credits
Writer(s): Destiny Igweakporo, Flourish Igweakporo
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