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Peep the plot
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Hip-Hop
Peep the plot wurde am 30. Juli 2026 von Johnny Slime als Teil des Albums HIM veröffentlicht
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AlbumHIM
Veröffentlichungsdatum30. Juli 2026
LabelJohnny Slime
SpracheEnglish
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM137

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Johnny Slime
Johnny Slime
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Johnny Slime
Johnny Slime
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Johnny Slime
Johnny Slime
Producer

Songtexte

[Intro]
(Yeah, JohnSlime boy)
[Chorus]
Grandma crying on my cellphone, making calls off a jail phone
Shot up GG house, they said I'm dead wrong, I want 'em gone
I dropped my lo' on IG live, a **** say they want my dome?
I can pop out racks without a loan, I made it off a song
Bitches wanna fuck me now, take off my shirt and touch me now
He say I'm a bitch, blah-blah-blah, I catch him, he gon' die
What the fuck you doing, Clay? Make sure you chase 'em with that fire
Lost Maj, I ain't cry, my face was dry, I was tryna go slide
I peep the plot, pockets, they obese, I know you see the knot
They wanna throw the key away, put me in jail and watch me rot
I got a bad bitch at the spot, so why would I cheat on her with a thot?
They hoping that I flop, but I cannot 'cause I'm the next to pop
[Verse 1]
The next to blow, I get off the pills and I start moving slow
I'm smoking on Gumbo, fuck the globe, ****, you must ain't know
6.2 wrap around his neck, couldn't breathe, the Draco made him choke
Tryna run, we hit his spinal cord, switch make a man fall on his throat
Slime that who I'm living for, ****, all I see is red
I'm throwing up B, but my big brother throwing up C's instead
Can't come to the show, won't see my face 'til I collect my bread
Laid out on the floor, right by the door, ma seen her baby dead
[Chorus]
Grandma crying on my cellphone, making calls off a jail phone
Shot up GG house, they said I'm dead wrong, I want 'em gone
I dropped my lo' on IG live, a **** say they want my dome?
I can pop out racks without a loan, I made it off a song
Bitches wanna fuck me now, take off my shirt and touch me now
He say I'm a bitch, blah-blah-blah, I catch him, he gon' die
What the fuck you doing, Clay? Make sure you chase 'em with that fire
Lost Maj, I ain't cry, my face was dry, I was tryna go slide
[Outro]
I peep the plot, pockets, they obese, I know you see the knot
They wanna throw the key away, put me in jail and watch me rot
I got a bad bitch at the spot, so why would I cheat on her with a thot?
They hoping that I flop, but I cannot 'cause I'm the next to pop
(Yeah, because I'm the next to pop)
(Uh, slime, slime, slime)
(Free JuSlime, free KillaTae)
Written by: Johnny Slime
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