Just Sayin

[Intro]
Everybody wan' be a slime, we ain't gon' give 'em no chance
Main mans in the ground, no more new friends (DMC, you global now, nigga)
I ain't playin' with the chop, I got one more man
I already took my time, now I get my bag from the man

[Chorus]
How I'ma end up with racks, by not playin' with pussy cats
Surrounded myself with slatts, so we feastin' on a rat
Show respect when you speak of slime, say somethin' [?] or you get whacked
Every day I stuff a dime in this drip and pop tags
Lately, I been in my bag
My mama just made a new Jag'
Bought my daddy a Porsche Cayenne
Got my brothers a big old advance
All these racks, I can't keep up my pants
I'm so high, I don't wanna land
[?] stitching, blow stacks on my Bape (Hood Baby)
So I cannot give you no chance
This what I'm sayin'

[Verse]
I wake up and go play with bands
I spend these hundreds like a fan
Got money, mind on advance
And a nigga ain't playin'
For these Cubans, drum 'em like a band
And landmines if they land
No cap, I'm just sayin'
We can make another Afghanistan
Drip to my boot, drip to my boot with Lil Bool
Yeah, BlocBoy, shoot anyone, any dude
Got a purple masseuse rubbin' my back, not just juice
Want a filling, no tooth
Baby, when I'm getting that head from you
Red dot, headshot, shit, I don't need target practice
All black, redeye, in the brand new Hellcat, smashin'
Drop these dots, ain't none of them lasting
Drop the dot, doo-doo they ass

[Chorus]
How I'ma end up with racks, by not playin' with pussy cats
Surrounded myself with slatts, so we feastin' on a rat
Show respect when you speak of slime, say somethin' [?] or you get whacked
Every day I stuff a dime in this drip and pop tags
Lately, I been in my bag
My mama just made a new Jag'
Bought my daddy a Porsche Cayenne
Got my brothers a big old advance
All these racks, I can't keep up my pants
I'm so high, I don't wanna land
[?] stitching, blow stacks on my Bape (Hood Baby)
So I cannot give you no chance
This what I'm sayin'

[Outro]
Everybody wan' be a slime, we ain't gon' give 'em no chance
Main mans in the ground, no more new friends
I ain't playin' with the chop, I got one more man
I already took my time, now I get my bag from the man