Big Slime

[Intro]
(It's Bankroll, baby)
Oh, oh, oh (Testin', yeah)
You know what the fuck it is, nigga
Fuck everybody, y'all know how this shit go (Oh, mm)
Yeah, some days, some days I wake up and feel like killin' everybody
You know? (Everybody be the problem)
Hmm, yeah

[Verse]
I ain't gon' lie, I want 'em all dead (Blaow), you know what I'm on (You know what I'm on)
Fuck a white blag, on they ass, get 'em all gone
Just give me a week and check the news, them niggas should be on it (Hmm, blaow)
Big flash, hundred-round mag with the fully on (Blaow, blaow)
I know them niggas hate me 'cause the life I live, I know what it is
Pop a nigga like a fuckin' Perc' or a fuckin' pill
Yeah, I would've been popped one of them niggas, I can't never see 'em (I can't never see 'em)
Lately I ain't been with no friends, I'm hangin' with the demons (Blaow)
Fifty thousand on me, Glock on me walkin' in through Neimen's (Blaow)
Go tell those niggas run up on me now, I bet I Swiss cheese 'em (Blaow, blaow)
Like, damn, all the suckers broke, I couldn't never be them (I couldn't never be him)
Catch one and stretch one of them boys, that what I can agree with (Grrah)
Been down and out on all them Perky's but they therapedic
GBG, spank a nigga for all of that shit he tweetin' (Fuck his ass up, nigga)
My young nigga a face shotter, only fifteen (Nah, for real)
And he don't wanna hear all of the preachin', he just wanna squeeze it (Blaow)
I got problems, I know I do, I got some loose screws
My bitch gon' get the drop on niggas and you niggas doomed (Nah, for real)
Ain't trustin' no nigga, my back bloody, full of wounds
Nah, bitch, I don't think you love me, I think you confused (Ugh, I think)
They keep tellin' me not to brash out, I been ready to lose it (Been ready to lose it)
Drop ten, we can meet up now or where ever you want do it (Blaow)
Niggas claimin' that they don't like me, listen to my music
7.62s blow out his brain, he keep playin' stupid (Brraow)
Yeah, yeah, you niggas slimey all, it's all bull' though
Big slime, look out for me clutchin' with no mask on (Brraow)
Big slime, all up out the window tryna clap somethin' (Tryna clap somethin')
GBG, the fully got him limpin' like a bad ho (Uh, ayy)
Yeah, I'm all in Mastro's, Glocky in my lap though (In my lap)
Boolin' with a bad ho (Yeah), she know this won't last long
Twenty thousand to my shooter, fuck around and whack somethin'
Make everybody Killer Gang and don't ask for nothin' (Phew, phew, phew, phew)
I was in the field, now I'm up M's, they tryna keep me under
And nowadays I can't even sleep without Glock in the covers
And I ain't even tryna talk on the phone, you niggas undercover
Tell all my opps it's gon' be one hell of a cold summer (Brraow)

[Outro]
For real
I don't fuck with you niggas, don't fuck you bitch-ass niggas (I don't fuck with nobody)
Man, for real (Brraow), I don't love nobody but me
On my baby, nigga, for real
Fuck you niggas
Yeah