Lil Hanga & THELAW - Slime (feat. Jax Hunters) Lyrics

Safety without no safety
I got bitches who want date me
I don't do datin'
I be posted where the cake be
Bluefaces
Black and white diamonds
No I ain't a racist
That's my slime
That's my slatt
That's my slime
I can't f*ck with thots 'cause they wanna waste my time
If you got it I'ma take it make it mine
Put him back in line if he actin' outta line
Hut
Dickies on my pocket with a pocket rocket
You niggas claim you had it but you never got it
Hellcat got a V8 with a candy polish
I see hate but these niggas still tryna copy
This a adderall don't ask me for no Molly
Pockets fat
Yeah my wallet first name Solly
If I pull up to the party I'll f*ck a ho prolly
F*cked her changed my number 'cause these hos callin
Why you cappin'
Get it for the low and start the taxin'
Bags on bags on bags I keep on stackin'
All about my bread I need that back end
She slid to the crib straight to f*ckin' do no talkin'
When I walk I leave a trace of puddles
Broke the faucet
You ain't get no money why we talkin'
Took your bitch when I walk in
Unreleased clothes in my closet
New coupe we ridin' ridin'
Took a lame bitch yeah we vibin' vibin'
Broke her heart she keep on cryin'
Wanna sleep forever gotta keep on tryin'
Dripped in foreign clothes super high feel like I'm flyin'
Bitches at my crib say you get pussy
Boy you lyin'
Always got it on don't even try it
If I want that drip I go and buy it
Tough on the phone but you don't want violence
All this Nike on me pussy boy I got a check
Nigga disrespect me put a bullet in his neck
Shooters in the east and I got shooters in the west
And they aimin' for ya head so why the f*ck you got a vest
Had to leave my old bitch
Married money f*ck the stress
I'm a young king no I can't settle for less
All these other niggas rappin' but they can't f*ck with JX
I'm the best and your bitch she give me neck
Told her keep her legs closed
Shawty no I don't want sex
Niggas don't want smoke no stress
Feel like Krueger
Keep a tec
All y'all old niggas is lame but I'm better than the rest
Nigga dissin' on the gang then you know he getting stretched
(Why you cappin')
(Get it for the low and start the taxin')
(Bags on bags on bags I keep on stackin')
(All about my bread I need that back end)
(She slid to the crib straight to f*ckin' do no talkin')
(F*ck that shit)