Thru The Gate

Yea whoa Slime Krime

Dope Jockey don't take no request

Ayo Jari, Came Streight off the boat

Tied up my money with bags, drank, dope

Workin' my phone till that muthafucka break Takin' my time cause I don't wanna race

These **** gon' hate when I'm not in they face

Lock all the doors, can't let **** in I keep a fn I know it ain't safe

Burglar bar doors, you need a lil 10 or you can get served through the gate

Tied up my money with glocks, sticks, ropes If I ever go broke, I'ma tie up his folk

Demand for that ransom, you know how it go If I never get paid, then I'm workin' that pole

Yeah, yeah, you know how it go

Just took me a break, jail taught me a valuable lesson

I was countin up on all of my blessings They was fightin I was uping in that weapon

This beat came from Jari, plug up the Atari I play with them block like a tetris

I x a hoe out if she messy Block her phone in the middle of her textin

Can't be round here arguin' and stressin' Go big on a ****, sixty-seven whips on a ****

For pills I was pressing, I done went crib on a ****

Baguette' my diamonds they real on a **** I vow to myself to be safe and on go

Never go back to servin' at the store They try to plot on me, ****, I'm with drop the dot on me

Bags, drank, dope, sticks, rope All-star player, converted to coach

I needed you, baby, my back on the ropes Prayed on my knees, whenever you left

I returned with a vengeance, I never lost hope

I never lost hope when you needed me I was there for you repeatedly

Tied up my money with bags, drank, dope

Workin' my phone till that muthafucka break Takin' my time cause I don't wanna race

These **** gon' hate when I'm not in they face

Lock all the doors, can't let **** in I keep a fn I know it ain't safe

Burglar bar doors, you need a lil 10 or you can get served through the gate

Tied up my money with glocks, sticks, ropes If I ever go broke, I'ma tie up his folk

Demand for that ransom, you know how it go If I never get paid, then I'm workin' that pole

Yeah, yeah, you know how it go

Lamborghini truck, factory-made doors on it **** masked up, gon' up the score on him

He got a heart of a lion for real He stick to the strip, give a fuck what the offer

And them **** poppin' for real Lil' bro want a kill, and he hold the stick like a golfer

He want his money today, he in the trap every day

He bout his paper his for sure He just a humble lil' beast

He handle his business discreet, but he ready to blow

Rolls Royce truck, suicide doors on it Said I'm slimmin' up, I done got more hungry

We can fuck em together, fuck it, we fuck it and share em

Never gon' fall out about hoes, yo plug, be taxin

We got the cheapest around, I let you in on the load

He ain't the toughest in town, that boy is a bitch on my mama, he been got exposed

He ain't the toughest in town, that boy is a bitch on my mama, he been got exposed

Tied up my money with bags, drank, dope

Workin' my phone till that muthafucka break Takin' my time cause I don't wanna race

These **** gon' hate when I'm not in they face

Lock all the doors, can't let **** in I keep a fn I know it ain't safe

Burglar bar doors, you need a lil 10 or you can get served through the gate

Tied up my money with glocks, sticks, ropes If I ever go broke, I'ma tie up his folk

Demand for that ransom, you know how it go If I never get paid, then I'm workin' that pole

Yeah, yeah, you know how it go

If I never get paid, then I'm workin' that pole

Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know how it go Workin' by doors, you need a lil' ten to get in

Or you can get served to the gate Demand for that ransom, you need a lil' ten to get in