Slime-U-Out (feat. 21 Savage)

Million if they come and hit the spot, I got tunnel vision My lil hitta busting out the car, he shoot with precision Pray ion have to send his ass to God, so I hope he listen Thirty shots I'm busting at his top, aint no way I'm missing All my niggas trapping, getting money, let that glizzy off Move my dog to LA on the run, he let that fifty off Yeen getting money, fuckin bitches, what you living for Money makin Jefe but I slime you out like Alpo I wasn't gon take your bitch, but yea I guess she think I'm cooler I don't fuck with bitch ass niggas, every nigga around me shooters I rob a nigga for a hundred, take it to the jeweler Bitch this a Richard Mille we don't rock no frank mullers I fuck with niggas a little, but I don't bring them where I stay I'm too big for my hood, but I still be there every day Sometimes I gotta go slide just to let 'em know I don't play They think that I'm a rapper I'll take they ass away I be with them trappers bitch, send they ass them packages Got a bitch who black and rich, I think she immaculate These niggas be tapping in, they be on some capping shit Got my Glock glued to my hip, I don't do no lacking bitch Million if they come and hit the spot, I got tunnel vision My lil hitta busting out the car, he shoot with precision Pray ion have to send his ass to God, so I hope he listen Thirty shots I'm busting at his top, aint no way I'm missing All my niggas trapping, getting money, let that glizzy off Move my dog to LA on the run, he let that fifty off Yeen getting money, fuckin bitches, what you living for Money makin Jefe but I slime you out like Alpo Switch on my, Glock They know how we, rock I aint got no opps All they ass popped They say they going spin I know they not Filled him up with hollows He say they was, hot Double back again We aint done, we finna smack his friend Rock out with my twin Speak on my brother, yout shit get splatt again 4L till the end What they riding in, I think a Benz Broad day we spin Jump in the box, and we gone in wind Everybody act like they got milk, shid we got revenge I don't ever walk inside no church, cause I'm committing sins Keep on talking we going make a frown up out of that grin Bitchass opp won't even get on live he got shot in his chin Million if they come and hit the spot, I got tunnel vision My lil hitta busting out the car, he shoot with precision Pray ion have to send his ass to God, so I hope he listen Thirty shots I'm busting at his top, aint no way I'm missing All my niggas trapping, getting money, let that glizzy off Move my dog to LA on the run, he let that fifty off Yeen getting money, fuckin bitches, what you living for Money makin Jefe but I slime you out like Alpo