the end of it all

[Verse]
Give it up, slime
Out here chilling and you got your panties in a bunch, still (What's up, sub? I 'preciate you, nigga)
Out here big dogging, twin just be a little pup
Dick don't get em tired, when will Big Slime have enough?
This whole shit brazy, this whole game we playing, shit is scuffed
I dropped stupid! and it passed you in a day, that's crazy, gang
Wdf out and it passed you in an hour, ain't that crazy, mane?
Buddy don't go crazy, he going schizo', what the fuck he mean?
Track after track after track after track, shit is still the same

You could make a song bout getting cash up and store it in safe keeping
You could make a song bout this fine shit you recently been peeping
You could make a song bout your friend that lay down, eternally sleeping
You could make a song bout the life troubles that keep your ass from dreaming
See, all of this shit make more sense
But you decide to spend your last pence
Reminiscing on the past tense
On how LK was bad bitches
Me, i find it rich because it ain't about LK no more—shit

It's just me and K you slutting out and licking doorknobs for
KD! not even in this shit, you only Sub's lit' dirty whore
And I don't even want you, you should hang around your gang more
Bout your bag of slimes, they don't even like your music for what it’s for
They just be like, "Yeah, it's good" to keep that madman 'hind the door
They don't even wan' deal with it, i ain't doin’ it, yea that's for sure
Dori lookin’ at this shit like, "What the hell.." and that's your bro?
I be moving on the fast lane twin, you just goin’ slow
I feel like Kendrick after Not Like Us
You drake after he dropped the heart
You simp for furries, son, not Bart
You black mama, just push your cart
My golden bullet in the sky
My bullet gone make your ass cry
A bullet should make your ass die
Cya, cya
Hop in this shit like woo, woo
Ghost face killed you vro, vro
Think he got me? No, no
Your career dead, that's a no, go
Boy outrapping me? Fuck no
Yo nigga gone that's, for, sure
On Delk, off Delk, ro- road
On Delk, off Delk, ro- road

Is it the bottle or the man that I am talking to?
That vodka got ‘em spiraling, shit talking, sound like a fool
Intelligence diminished already, what's up next to do?
It'd be a terrible experience sitting right next to you
Feel like in 2001 if you caught rocking a turban
Yo partners probably thinking, "Man, he probably do deserve it"
Can Slixer cut himself out this one? Gone see a resurgence
Can Jaybeeze get the buzz he hope for? He not gon’ flourish
The mouth gone run as he staring down the fangs of a serpent
There go the bite down, now rigor mortis gone get to working
Just to keep it a stack, see, my lit' opp? He been lacking
Mane, this shit over with, now my aura gone get to maxing