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NON FICTION
13
Hip-Hop/Rap
NON FICTION was released on December 17, 2025 by DGI/Cap Global Ent as a part of the album TRAP GOSPEL
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Release DateDecember 17, 2025
LabelDGI/Cap Global Ent
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM78

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Slime Krime
Slime Krime
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Demario Scott
Demario Scott
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Slime Krime
Slime Krime
Executive Producer

Lyrics

Luxury my interior, diamond in my rooftop
Joey with you hell yeah!, blicky' with em hell rell
I can get you both popped, this shit clean, you see the scale
I can get your momma dropped, I don't play fair when shit get real
Why you fuck with slime, you all in mine, you know I got a cheaper ticket
I was out here servin' chicken, you gon' pay these hoes attention
I preach for the streets, this shit is facts, ain't none of my story fiction
Get a pound and weigh it up , smell-proof and seal it up
I just popped a G6, this is not no V6
Can't prevent from beefin', throw in the towel, I get shit popped
Rain on yo block and I keep shit hot, trap in these bows, gotta leave this spot
Hated on me, try to count me out, you gon' leave me bitch, better leave me now
They aint know I was independent, naw this my declaration
I done fucked plenty bitches, for many nights we separated
Question is, you love or hate me, leveled up another 80
Trap all night, that drive you crazy, black and gray, my car raider
Fuck em' cause they all haters, count up them racks when i get in that mode
I'm just havin' candy flavors, checked in the back, we ain't havin' no lows
Ran off on her brother, yeah, I just need some better hoes
You on another level, yeah, don't put powder in your nose
Luxury my interior, diamond in my rooftop
Joey with you hell yeah!, blicky' with em hell rell
I can get you both popped, this shit clean, you see the scale
I can get your momma dropped, I don't play fair when shit get real
Why you fuck with slime, you all in mine, you know I got a cheaper ticket
I was out here servin' chicken, you gon' pay these hoes attention
I preach for the streets, this shit is facts, ain't none of my story fiction
Get a pound and weigh it up , smell-proof and seal it up
Yeah, whoa, bitch, you crazy, I'm in the trap house, bitch, who lazy
Ho, I'm amazing, I count pape right here on the daily
I'm so trapped out, I'm in the trap house, rappin' to basers
Play with that paper green down on your head, get hit with these lasers
Life at a party, you tried yo best not to invite a ****,
You wanna record when I got a fi, cause you want them folks to indict a n***a
I know bitches, that say they love me and all, but she met a nice n***a
Bling, bling, watch hit, in my chain,all baguettes
Luxury my interior, diamond in my rooftop
Joey with you hell yeah!, blicky' with em hell rell
I can get you both popped, this shit clean, you see the scale
I can get your momma dropped, I don't play fair when shit get real
Why you fuck with slime, you all in mine, you know I got a cheaper ticket
I was out here servin' chicken, you gon' pay these hoes attention
I preach for the streets, this shit is facts, ain't none of my story fiction
Get a pound and weigh it up , smell-proof and seal it up
Written by: Demario Scott
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