Slime Shit (feat. Yak Gotti, Duke & Peewee Roscoe)

Slatt!

Aye, get out your motherfuckin' seat to this one, you know?

Slatt! Slatt! Slatt!

Hundred rounds in a Tahoe, ****, lighting up your tacos, hey

Give him surgery, no lipo

They don't blame that bitch for pulling ya down, pull up to a **** town

I'm prepared to take 'em down, ****

Hey, this that slime shit, hey, YSL shit, hey

Killin' 12 shit, hey, fuck a jail shit, hey

Drinking Actavis, hey, on that snail shit, hey

Cookin' white brick, hey, hey, bricks and bale shit, hey, hey

Bitch, I'm super rich, bitch, I'm stupid rich

I-I go ape shit, call that Ludacris, hey, hey

I'm not new to this, hey, I'm so true to this, hey

I done put a whole slime on a hunnid licks, hey, hey

Slime or get slimed, maniac don't have a mind

These **** be bitches, a lot of 'em snitchin', a lot of 'em droppin' a dime

I come to the the point in my life that I just want one of my wives

I think that I want that new Spider, we rich so I know they dislike us

I'm so too legit, on some Hammer shit

Diamonds dancin', bitch, YSL, VVS

In the VIP and I got that pistol on my hip

You prayin' that you live, I'm prayin' that I hit

Hey, this that slime shit, need a slime bitch

Compromise shit, down to ride shit

Fuck-fuck the police, in a high speed (Fuck 'em)

Let her out on Bleveland, let her out on Bleveland

Hundred rounds in a Tahoe, ****, lighting up your tacos, hey

Give him surgery, no lipo

They don't blame that bitch for pulling ya down, pull up to a **** town

I'm prepared to take 'em down, ****

Hey, this that slime shit, hey, YSL shit, hey

Killin' 12 shit, hey, fuck a jail shit, hey

Drinking Actavis, hey, on that snail shit, hey

Cookin' white brick, hey, hey, bricks and bale shit, hey, hey

Bitch, I'm super rich, bitch, I'm stupid rich

I-I go ape shit, call that Ludacris, hey, hey

I'm not new to this, hey, I'm so true to this, hey

I done put a whole slime on a hunnid licks, hey, hey

Got banana clips for all these **** actin' monkey

These **** amateurs in these streets, they need Hooked on Phonics

Got ten trap spots, they bunkin', all of 'em doin' numbers

They just be talking, I swear these lil' fuck **** don't want it

I ranned up my money and I'm still in the trenches

Workin' calculators, when we fuck with weight, we call 'em benches

Got Booka Loc and Troupe, they with me (They real neighborhoods)

Bang a neighborhood, 60's, Tiny Locs, they official

I get, I get it, I get it, however, I get it, I get it on my own

These Percocets, they got me so high, I swear to God I'm in my own damn zone (I'm high)

Thousand dollars on cologne, all of these extras, I bought me a home

And it's big like a dome, hold, up country boy callin' my phone (Brr, man I just saw them)

Hundred rounds in a Tahoe, ****, lighting up your tacos, hey

Give him surgery, no lipo

They don't blame that bitch for pulling ya down, pull up to a **** town

I'm prepared to take 'em down, ****

Hey, this that slime shit, hey, YSL shit, hey

Killin' 12 shit, hey, fuck a jail shit, hey

Drinking Actavis, hey, on that snail shit, hey

Cookin' white brick, hey, hey, bricks and bale shit, hey, hey

Bitch, I'm super rich, bitch, I'm stupid rich

I-I go ape shit, call that Ludacris, hey, hey

I'm not new to this, hey, I'm so true to this, hey

I done put a whole slime on a hunnid licks, hey, hey

This that slime shit, this that mob shit

This that 100,000 dollars do the job shit

Down to die about this rap shit 'cause it's too much money

They say we gettin' money, now these **** actin' funny

And they all fake like some bitch titties

Tell they bitch another lie 'cause we ain't fuckin' with 'em

And they groupie **** and they ho type

Fuck the judge, YSL, this that mob life

We got these bankrolls on us

We in Vegas

Now I ain't goin' back and forth with y'all

Hello? Yeah, I'ma bet me a 100,000 tonight

All motherfuckin hundreds

Shit, yeah, put me up