My Life
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If you'd like to make a call, please hang up and try again
Slime, they tried to stick you, we stuck them, so fuck them
We robbed them, then fucked them
Fuck the dumb fuck shit, fuck they assumptions
Them niggas nearly caught me slippin'
But my murder intuition told me start spittin'
Niggas like Lester Freeman
But ain't no HBO thing, no thing for the weak gang
Slime, my phone breakin' up, meet me at the Marriott
We leave the ski and shorty in the blue caddy drop
Yeah, I'm on that metro tip joint, stuff the strip joint
Don't forget to bring the big joint
Yo, I got a Puerto Rican ho that'll set 'em up
We wet 'em up, I know where they hang on the regular
Bands, hit up diamonds, only Spanish chick in the club knew me
But she just went on bustin' in the head, we got groovy
Said her name Diamond, but I treat her like a ruby
Slime, it's time to make a movie
Yo, this is stick up, yo, this is stick up, lo
You motherfuckers just know how stick up go
Put your hands up, nigga
Stick club, nigga
Yo, this is stick up, yo, this is stick up, lo
You motherfuckers just know how stick up go
Don't turn around, nigga
Put everything on the floor, everything
Yeah, do it considerately
Dope weed, cocaine still come from Sicily
Dope game's officially, put in that work and breeze
We smokin' the weed, slime, who gon' move the keys?
Mike Booth, Garazi, still like my right hand
Hand swollen from cuttin' coke from his right hand
That's the right plan, keep a close-knit circle
I'm 'bout to roll up, light me some of this purple
Yeah, I caught them niggas creepin' 'cause they real sneaky fucks
Be in Milwaukee, but we'll get 'em for they bucks
Soon as they hop out the car, I'll be laid in the cut
Time to get 'em, if they front, I'll spray 'em up
Soon as they get out the car, the culture culture on 'em
The .44 long, feelin' like a vulture on 'em
Nobody move, nobody get shot
Ho, you the stupid nigga down to die for the block?
Nah, he a stupid nigga that won't ride for his block
He the stupid nigga that'll ride with a cop
Yo, this is stick up, yo, this is stick up, lo
You motherfuckers just know how stick up go
Put your hands up, nigga
Stick club, nigga
Yo, this is stick up, yo, this is stick up, lo
You motherfuckers just know how stick up go
Don't turn around, nigga
Put everything on the floor, everything
Yeah, quarter for the forty bricks and the forty thou'
I had the .40 cal, then I drank a forty, wow
Niggas drunk, reminiscin' on the stick
Polishin' the burners, 'bout to catch another lick
Ayy, yo, what up, slime?
What up, bruh? What's goin' on, man?
Yeah, I heard these niggas, they got money on us, man
What? Yo, it's clear, yo
Twenty-five stacks, I tell 'em get they money back
They know how we move every day with the strap
Yo, this is stick up, yo, this is stick up, lo
You motherfuckers just know how stick up go
Put your hands up, nigga
Stick club, nigga
Yo, slime? Yeah
Yo, slime, what up, what up? Yo, hold on, right
'Cause I think I hear somebody comin' right now, hold on
You at the rep?
Stay on the phone, don't fuckin' hang up, man, don't hang up
I'm comin' right now
This stupid bitch actin' stupid, man
Ooh, what you want?
Stay on the fuckin' phone, hold on
Come on, tell me, yo
Yo, what the fuck?
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I'm on my way
Yo, slime, slime, yo, yo