At The Show

[Intro]
(Haha, what the f—)
Uh, oh–yeah (Phew, phew)
Comin' through every hood, blowin' up every street (sxprano, we got 'em)
Slime, slime-slime, oh–yeah
Shit, YPF (Baow)

[Chorus]
Gotta watch who you with, they’ll blow up your spot
Thank God everyday, when I make us a lot
Pour a eight in that Tris, my cup lookin' nice
We snatchin' the opps, we lookin' like ICE
Got shit on my mind, man, that nigga fucked up
But fans in my dms, keep tellin' me, “Drop”
Shit, TMS gang, we not gettin' stopped
You know you a bitch, stop blamin' the box

[Verse]
I’m droppin' shit off, bitch, I feel like I’m Bruce
Man, shoutout to Trump 'cause the opps movin' loose
I’m keepin' it cute, I done started a wave
1c' to the Strike’s, man, I’m thuggin' wit' Xav'
You know what they say, man, crime gon' pay
She dick eat the opps, man, that bitch gettin' slayed
I’ma put on my hood, I’ma go on the run
I’m jammin' all day 'cause the night still young
They jackin' my swag, they wanna be me
Shit, sprayin' like Covid-19
Pain in my verse, man, a nigga went through it
When I see lil' Manny, I think about Blu
Shit getting hard, better ride wit' your missile
Fuck it, we all can come get you
Her son just died, man, give her some tissue
Ain’t tryna make peace, man, I’m blowin' my pistol

[Chorus]
Gotta watch who you with, they’ll blow up your spot
Thank God everyday, when I make us a lot
Pour a eight in that Tris, my cup lookin' nice
We snatchin' the opps, we lookin' like ICE
Got shit on my mind, man, that nigga fucked up
But fans in my dms, keep tellin' me, “Drop”
Shit, TMS gang, we not gettin' stopped
You know you a bitch, stop blamin' the box
Gotta wa— Gotta watch who you with, they’ll blow up your spot
Thank God everyday, when I make us a l—
Pour a eight in that Tris, my cup lookin' nice
We snatchin' the opps, we lookin' like ICE
Got shit on my mind, man, that nigga fucked up
But fans in my dms, keep tellin' me, “Drop”
Shit, TMS gang, we not gettin' stopped
You know you a bitch, stop blamin' the box
Gotta wa— Gotta watch who you with, they’ll blow up your spot
Thank God everyday, when I make us a l—
(Pour a eight in that Tris) My cup lookin' nice
We snatchin' the opps, we lookin' like ICE
Got shit on my mind, man, that nigga fucked up
But fans in my dms (Keep tellin' me, “Drop”)
Shit, TMS gang, we not gettin' stopped
You know you a bitch, stop blamin' the box

[Outro]
Oh–yeah
Comin' through every hood, blowin' up every street
Slime, slime, slime, slime
They all fuck wit' the slime shit