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Where slime at
Where twin
I need everybody
I mean everybody
To turn up
Shout out my brothers that putting in muscle
I hit a play make it back thats a double
Im not a rat im in love with the truffle
Its me and lil reefuh you niggas in trouble
Oh im sorry for bursting your bubble
He catch a hollow he hitting the shuffle
Im in this bitch with my twin and we rumble
And we tryna flip a m to a w
Bailout
I hit your bitch then i bailout
I met this bitch out in bel air
Screaming free all my kin out the jailhouse
I know me and my brothers done fell out
But that new check in
She want a bent bentayga thats her best-friend
Imma hit her first then hit her best-friend
Really seem like he wanna meet this smith & wesson
Met a shorty she from off the west end
With the footwork locked her ass a lethal weapon
Clicked up with these bitches say they twin sisters
I dont give a fuck if they was real sisters
Like why she screaming i just stuck my tip in her
Like too much fucking money to be pissed with ya
And the doctor passed the cup he told me piss in it
Put the mud over the ice and then you sip with it
We got hollows if you wanna get your shit fitted
And my pockets hella green a lot of big spinach
In the mall get it all bitch imma big spender
Hella rugers in this bitch and you a wing dinner
Y'all not dodging fucking bullets not a air bender
Stack my money wall to wall this shit like kris jenner
I get bread while i piss
Slide with a .40 got setup by shorty
I might as well shoot up ya bitch
End up in a ditch
Crackers in a coma, not wise to talk that shit
Got a pound innat tacoma
I'd die behind this brick
Fiends love these drugs
He could eat a donut but can he digest a slug
Im like where slime at, where slime at
Im looking for the plug
You cant time that this nine'll leave you lying in yo blood
Strippers got broke boys out here dying in the club
Airforce shit gang fly in from above
And my shooter got bad aim he like matt ryan in the clutch
Boy this ruger turn yo brain into a mine of og kush
Boy we'll do ya stick a ruler it'll line his brudda up
Im getting so damn tired of that
She want me inside of that
I'll be back next saturday
Caps flying left and right shit im bout to graduate
Cunning with that drake i go ham singing happy days
Clicked up with these bitches say they twin sisters
I dont give a fuck if they was real sisters
Like why she screaming i just stuck my tip in her
Like too much fucking money to be pissed with ya
And the doctor passed the cup he told me piss in it
Put the mud over the ice and then you sip with it
We got hollows if you wanna get your shit fitted
And my pockets hella green a lot of big spinach
In the mall get it all bitch imma big spender
Hella rugers in this bitch and you a wing dinner
Y'all not dodging fucking bullets not a air bender
Stack my money wall to wall this shit like kris jenner
Writer(s): Dylan Cotton
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