Ambitions As a Slimer (feat. Stunna 4 Vegas)

I can't deny it I really do what I'm rhyming It's Big 4X, Giant Make her do what I say, no Simon Ticket or better, I'm signing Shit won't change, we sliding I drop the ticket tonight, they find em I can't beef wit my opps cause them niggas be hiding I ain't even worried bout nun I ride wit a cutter when I'm wit the snakes Cut his hand off, what he gone take? Got a pistol but what you gone shake Reach for my shit gone need a new face I'm havin' racks, get em in by the case Savin that hoe better go get a cape Feds took my damn Challenger so I gotta get a new Wraith Can't come around here it ain't safe We spin yo block wit them drakes Hop out and do it broad day, okay Them niggas erased I get em whacked off wit no problem I got rank, I send a nigga to space Free Big Glo he caught a case I hate law tryna take his life away I put them racks in a goddamn vault She fuck me, not you, yo fault Jump in that water lil nigga need help I'm drippin' and swimmin' like Michael Phelps It ain't no cap in these raps, no tales Try to run off that's an epic fail Nah for real, ima tag bro in know he gone send 'em to hell Nah for real You know what the fuck going on Scrilla Yea we gone rock out ya show, pull cock out on ya hoe, and pull guap out on ya hoe On God Plug call it's a pick up We finna pick up some bales Draw down it's a stick up I make a free nigga thought I was 12 Yea I'm on the stage wit my blick Nigga play he get hit in his shit 1000 slimes I'll send a blitz Make a gangsta act like he innocent Hol up, hol' up he moving Stand over em, Jizzle gone finish em Up to God where we sending em If we slide we tryna get rid of em QuickDraw, we ain't finna do no lip box Hollow tips knocking his lip off We got shit lit like kickoff You the type of nigga sissy out I ain't even playin', I'm sittin' out She throwin' ass like Carson Wentz Can't make me mad you was never my bitch I am too slick, I don't trick but I can I'm a boss She make demands and I'm cuttin' her off I went to the mall today, don't know the cost Big 19, Joe Thornton, my neck on frost I was hittin' licks for real I don't wanna hear nun bout a caper I'm gettin' too much paper, drop me a bag on the head of a hater Ain't talking racks I'll speak to you later Smoking on gas, annoying my neighbors Fuck it I'm thuggin', beat the back door out til I see the papers We give out smoke like favors, pounds on pounds we got acres Stunna finna shock the world, no taser Take off, I'll see ya later We servin' niggas like waiters This shit easy like a layup Come for Rx and they picking his face up Quit caking lil nigga get ya cake up Me and money ain't never gone break up Slept on floors and still had a K tucked Walkthrough 1 thou, nigga pay up Bad bitch she don't really need make up We ballin' gotta pick the pace up Big racks, hoe pick ya face up Nigga I'm fye, extinguish me, no wonder why these bitches cling to me I spit good dope, I give em a taster We might whoop on crowd like the Pacers She suck that dick for a lace front Make the wrong move and we shootin' the place up Touch Stunna he meeting his maker Send em up for the chance he takin Fuck the laws, I break em He callin' beef and we bake em