Young Nudy - 4Slime Lyrics

Yo
Brrr, huh
(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
Huh, shh

Slime, slime, slime
You's a cold-heart nigga
Slime, slime, slime
I'ma stone cold killa
Slime, slime, slime
You's a cold-heart nigga
Slime, slime, slime
I'ma stone-cold killa, slime

I put 'bows and feet on a nigga
Play with me, I step on you, nigga
Love yo' chain, I like the way it swin'
Look how the diamonds hit, they callin' me, callin' my name
I'm havin' back flashes, I'm thinkin' 'bout times with the gang
Now I just look in the mirror
Damn, I'm the nigga with them chains
Damn, I'm the nigga with the fame
Damn, I remember had to flame
God done changed everything (thank God, yeah)

I f*ck a bitch and then she out my mind (out my mind)
Give back shots, you know I break her spine (her spine)
Look at this AP, I don't got time (no time)
I'm chasin' money, money on my mind (my mind)
You should do the same, and get on your grind (your grind)
Instead of lookin' for the Super Slime (slimey)

Yeah
You ain't havin' guap, bitch (guap)
You gotta your Glock, bitch (Glock)
You gettin' popped, shit (pop)
You gonna drop shit (he drop)
Dawg is an opp, bitch (a opp)
He gotta drop then (they drop)
We do not pop shit (don't pop)
And then we kill shit (we kill' em)
Poppin' yo' shit (poppin')
They broke, and for that you too rich (damn)
You see what the money do, bitch (bitch)
They play wit' you, put 'em on shirt (yeah)
Put them in the dirt, trigger finger work (yeah)
Sellin' my merch' like it's work (uh-huh)
Came a long way from the dirt (ooh)
God done blessed me, put in the work (Big God, Big God)

Had to go so hard (Big God)
Dive in the streets, I was ready, I'm street smart
Play wit' yo' gang, I was playin' with pistols (you gotta thank Big God)
I'm ridin' a hot box, totin' a big Glock, hoped out and kick door (kick door)
I know the pump fake, uppin' my Glock, man, the bitch gonna pop
Bottom my Glock, man, you know it's the Glizzy (know it's the Glizzy)
I got your ho' and she suck on my glizzy (suck on my glizzy)
Pop one, pop two, bitch, gon' get busy (gon' get busy)
F*ck you and done through, I ain't got no feelings
Let me get in that pussy, I can feel it
Plenty fish in the sea, goin' like it's fishin'
Go brush your teeth, in your mouth like a dentist
I'm keepin' my standards
No type of slippin', we not slip up in it
Slippin' and slide out that pussy, I'm finished
Name off the list, another name on list, bitch
Another chain, I'm goin' big
Another fifty on my wrist, you gotta add a dollar in
Believe that (believe that, believe that, believe that)
(I pop out that new shit, you see that, slime)

Slime, slime, slime
You's a cold-heart nigga
Slime, slime, slime
I'ma stone cold killa
Slime, slime, slime
You's a cold-heart nigga
Slime, slime, slime
I'ma stone-cold killa, slime