SLIME HISSIN

Fuck shit, fuck Drake
Leave a 556
[?] in yo faith
All I do is spray, with the K
With a key to the safe
Ni-nigga tryna beef with me
Niggas totin' on that lit Glock. we got big shit
Niggas say thats how I look like, Ion hear it
Nigga said he don't [?] music, keep a distance
Young nigga, on my big bro, slime hissin'
Told that hoe that we too grown. ain't no pissin'
.223 hit his lil bro, leave him missin'
I might just body bag a pussy just before all that dissin'
I call up Saga, know he keep a Glock [?]
Pull up, Pull up on they block, got a chop for the opp
We gon catch a body, leave the scene clean with no mop
I might just put a beam on a Glock
That's your hoe, I might just go put a team on a thot
I'm a skinny ass nigga, but. you know my pockets fat
Yuh
In the trap with Nick Zuro, tell him run it back
[?], he gon' hit you with that mat
He want smoke, where you at
He want smoke, oh, for sure

Oh, for sure
Man I'm beating bread out of dough
Ma- Ma- Man I'm beating bread out of dough
Man, fuck [?] since the dead wanna show
Choppa fanging, been the same since the dead wanna show
Watch it fucking go insane, see it shoot a brain
(Starsaga) When I was a youngin' momma said I was in flames
Man, I get it from my pops
I'm addicted to the fame
[?] thought I [?], man, they think this shit a game
Man, I ain't fucking playing, man
I ain't fucking playing
Be-beam in the [?], man, the henchmob gang
[?]
Bitch, I'm with Lil Jae in that paint
Man I-man I was a saint till' I fell in love with paint
If you tryna touch a flocka then you finna get the paint
Man, it's [?]

Goody lame, Goody lame ass niggas, [?]
[?] hop out shooter there, I'mma pull a shooter next
Send a couple shots to the drive like we UPS
Lil boy ain't my son, I hope the don't call CPS
[?], give him easy rest
We gon' put him on the TV before they call EMS
Now his momma crying cause her son on CBS
You ain't never turn no real pussy, you just seen sex
Call PLUHG up, he got [?] in the alleyway
[?],[?] happy day
I feel like Turkey, you get killed if you down to play
Jim like a carwash, we gon' hop out let it spray
I feel like a dirty bitch, I'mma hit him with a K
[?] down the street from Mexico, nigga, I'm Pelé
All these fake niggas proving son gotta get away
.40 pop a top, now he look like a bag of Lays