Slimey
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Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Fatt, Fatt
Don't nun that i do, satisfy ya
You fuck that bitch, now your pants on fire
I roll up a opp, bro, pass the lighter
Really I'm not even sad, I'm tired
It's a battle, inside my head, I'm fightin'
My heart on fire, I'm dead inside
I heard "you wanted me dead" I feel you
I tie up my dreads, I'm comin' to kill you
My mind on the money, my head in the rear view
Clutching, and driving, I'm drinking and drivin'
Don't come around flexin', we will really Slimey
I fuck on his hoe, now I'm slippin' and slidin' (Yeahh)
I put a Tesla on auto pilot
We ride in his hood, it ain't hard to find him
I'm covered in blood, in all these diamonds
I'm pourin' up mud, cause that's why i got it
Every-time we link up, ya phone on silent
I'm a grown ass man, this hoe so childish
I like Percocet 10's, and 5's
Looked you in ya eyes, and i see you lied
I pop fake pills, but I'm still alive
Let's hop on a PJ, and skip the town
In a black track, that's how I'm gettin' around
Ima pass her, i heard "she been around"
I'm pickin' you up, and I'm putting it down
Nigga everywhere i go, it's a fully around
Everywhere I go, it's some bitches around
Won't never go broke, if the kitchen around
You say that's ya "hoe", i be dickin' her down
In my designer clothes, I'm really fly
Overdose, and suicde, I get high, and stupid vibe
In supreme jeans, with the Louis slides
Ride with Ken, if it's do or die
If you talkin' 'bout you wan' be a hitman
If you wanna 10 bands, all you gotta do is slide
These Carti shareder, it bust when it shine
I'm pressin' decline (Yeah)
You get mad, and don't tell me why?
You fuck me good, and tell me lies
Don't nun that i do, satisfy ya
You fuck that bitch, now your pants on fire
I roll up a opp, bro, pass the lighter
Really I'm not even sad, I'm tired
It's a battle, inside my head, I'm fightin'
My heart on fire, I'm dead inside
I heard "you wanted me dead" I feel you
I tie up my dreads, I'm comin' to kill you
My mind on the money, my head in the rear view
Clutching, and driving, I'm drinking and drivin'
Don't come around flexin', we will really Slimey
I fuck on his hoe, now I'm slippin' and slidin' (Yeahh)
I put a Tesla on auto pilot
We ride in his hood, it ain't hard to find him
I'm covered in blood, in all these diamonds
I'm pourin' up mud, cause that's why i got it