Intro Freestyle

[Intro]
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SlimeGoon
Aye man, drop that shit 30

[Verse]
King of the jungle, I got no problem to bust you
White chalk an opp it ain't nothin’
I keep me a beam for a runner
These niggas broke they some runners
You got to run up your money
I'm in the trap with my brothers
Young paid nigga came through with a hundred
Go to Mexico the block gettin' flooded
I went to sleep ’cause my cup was too muddy
In the trap wakin' up to the money
Brick touchdown I'm whippin' the [?]
She wanna meet a lover I just wanna fuck her
Can't rob me 'cause I ain't goin' for nothin’
Glock 30S I swear I’m not bluffin'
Out in the open I’m servin' the junkies
Every plug in the city want to front me
Houdini it's gone come fast with your money
Buy some new drip might fly out to London
Brick talk served the young nigga a dummy
He beefin' with me ’cause I'm servin' his mother
My bitch say "Slime you got to learn how to smuggle"
Brand new plug threw three off the muscle
Chop that cut that six off the humble
Ain't have my stick got hit with a knuckle
He felt that heat he got hit by the devil
Fuck a deal, I don't need no leverage
Where the junkies at? I'm givin' out extras
He threw one my way you know that I'm catchin'
Brinks truck ride past nigga it's a ransom
Somebody send shots at me I need answers
Bitch gave me head I think her name Amber
Knock her down put her head in the mattress
Sweet lick found all the racks in the mattress
Fuckin' with me her racks got [?]
He ain't sendin' shots so he ain't a factor
Pull up on any block get this shit clappin'
Leave that boy dry in the field like a cactus
12 on my line and I ain't gon' mack it
He in the courtroom singin' like the Jacksons
We on the frontline waitin' for the action
He ain't believe me but I made this shit happen
My white bitch got all the pounds in the attic
Straight gas shit boof out the plastic
Free smoke nigga who want to have it?
Shot from the three I know it's a basket (Bah-bah)
Headshot put him in a casket
Them niggas some bitches now they white flaggin'
I love designer spent ten on my fashion
I pray to catch him when I'm ridin' in traffic
I told my young nigga if he got it then blast it
I'm in the trap really whippin' the [?]
I throw that bitch then bro better catch 'em
Rob the nigga on the strip he was flexin'
Meet me in person don't send me no message
Fuckin' her face got her geekin' for seconds
Free all of my niggas I know that they stressin'
Spin on his block I'ma teach him a lesson (Slime)