(Slimee)
Gang (Slimee-Slimee)
Aye, Grrahh, Grrahh (Rrahh-rrahh, Bow)
Bow (Bow-Bow)
Finatic (Im So Slimee)
Gang
Gang-gang-gang (Rrahh-rrahh)
Bitch, i'm finna' lose my f*ckin' mind
Leave him incorrect, X' him out, call that boy "decline"
I'm a different category, boy you not my type of kind
Bro' a volunteer, he done helped that boy get sent to god
I let shawty know upfront, "girl i'm tryna get behind"
Draw the led clip, we gon' sketch that boy, leave him designed
If he hidin', we gon seek for him, leave him hard to find
Guns double clappin' at you, now i'm makin' shit combine
And, i'm shootin' two .9s
Leave that boy with 18 problems
Have them askin', "Y' we X' him out? Cuz' we be solvin' problems
Shots get him popped, leave him moist, that's a f*ckin condom
Probably drop his top, when I step, leave him on the bottom
Leave a nigga under me cuz' i'm really over em'
Brodie pop a erc; now he high, tryna lower him
He said "shit on sight", like display so now we showin' em
I'm passin' out smoke, let it steam, now it's chokin' him
Pull up to ya door, deliver bullets, since you makin' orders
Bro' leaped off the porch, he got a pipe and jumped inside that water
I went deep inside and her shit soft, she told me "do it harder"
Line a nigga up, give his ass a trim, f*ck a barber
Put him on the news with a mag, leave that boy reported
We gon' take his life, f*ck up his system, leave him unsupportive
I'ma let the drum kick with bass, call that shit distortion
Bullets make a mess, let em' pile, they gon' get him sorted
We gon' take him out America, get his ass deported
He a baby, if he cum this way? Then he gon' get aborted
Bitch, I let it flash with the lens, leavin' shit recorded
Said "lets play some ball", so I threw bullets and he f*ckin' caught em'
Gang, Bitch (Bow-Bow)
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(Slimee)
Gang (Slimee-Slimee)
Aye, Grrahh, Grrahh (Rrahh-rrahh, Bow)
Bow (Bow-Bow)
Finatic (Im So Slimee)
Gang
Gang-gang-gang (Rrahh-rrahh)
Bitch, i'm finna' lose my f*ckin' mind
Leave him incorrect, X' him out, call that boy "decline"
I'm a different category, boy you not my type of kind
Bro' a volunteer, he done helped that boy get sent to god
I let shawty know upfront, "girl i'm tryna get behind"
Draw the led clip, we gon' sketch that boy, leave him designed
If he hidin', we gon seek for him, leave him hard to find
Guns double clappin' at you, now i'm makin' shit combine
And, i'm shootin' two .9s
Leave that boy with 18 problems
Have them askin', "Y' we X' him out? Cuz' we be solvin' problems
Shots get him popped, leave him moist, that's a f*ckin condom
Probably drop his top, when I step, leave him on the bottom
Leave a nigga under me cuz' i'm really over em'
Brodie pop a erc; now he high, tryna lower him
He said "shit on sight", like display so now we showin' em
I'm passin' out smoke, let it steam, now it's chokin' him
Pull up to ya door, deliver bullets, since you makin' orders
Bro' leaped off the porch, he got a pipe and jumped inside that water
I went deep inside and her shit soft, she told me "do it harder"
Line a nigga up, give his ass a trim, f*ck a barber
Put him on the news with a mag, leave that boy reported
We gon' take his life, f*ck up his system, leave him unsupportive
I'ma let the drum kick with bass, call that shit distortion
Bullets make a mess, let em' pile, they gon' get him sorted
We gon' take him out America, get his ass deported
He a baby, if he cum this way? Then he gon' get aborted
Bitch, I let it flash with the lens, leavin' shit recorded
Said "lets play some ball", so I threw bullets and he f*ckin' caught em'
Gang, Bitch (Bow-Bow)
Gang (Slimee-Slimee)
Aye, Grrahh, Grrahh (Rrahh-rrahh, Bow)
Bow (Bow-Bow)
Finatic (Im So Slimee)
Gang
Gang-gang-gang (Rrahh-rrahh)
Bitch, i'm finna' lose my f*ckin' mind
Leave him incorrect, X' him out, call that boy "decline"
I'm a different category, boy you not my type of kind
Bro' a volunteer, he done helped that boy get sent to god
I let shawty know upfront, "girl i'm tryna get behind"
Draw the led clip, we gon' sketch that boy, leave him designed
If he hidin', we gon seek for him, leave him hard to find
Guns double clappin' at you, now i'm makin' shit combine
And, i'm shootin' two .9s
Leave that boy with 18 problems
Have them askin', "Y' we X' him out? Cuz' we be solvin' problems
Shots get him popped, leave him moist, that's a f*ckin condom
Probably drop his top, when I step, leave him on the bottom
Leave a nigga under me cuz' i'm really over em'
Brodie pop a erc; now he high, tryna lower him
He said "shit on sight", like display so now we showin' em
I'm passin' out smoke, let it steam, now it's chokin' him
Pull up to ya door, deliver bullets, since you makin' orders
Bro' leaped off the porch, he got a pipe and jumped inside that water
I went deep inside and her shit soft, she told me "do it harder"
Line a nigga up, give his ass a trim, f*ck a barber
Put him on the news with a mag, leave that boy reported
We gon' take his life, f*ck up his system, leave him unsupportive
I'ma let the drum kick with bass, call that shit distortion
Bullets make a mess, let em' pile, they gon' get him sorted
We gon' take him out America, get his ass deported
He a baby, if he cum this way? Then he gon' get aborted
Bitch, I let it flash with the lens, leavin' shit recorded
Said "lets play some ball", so I threw bullets and he f*ckin' caught em'
Gang, Bitch (Bow-Bow)
Writer: Abdullah Bey
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