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Slime
34
Hip-Hop/Rap
Slime was released on April 3, 2026 by TatoCBProductions as a part of the album VIP (Deluxe)
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Release DateApril 3, 2026
LabelTatoCBProductions
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM63

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
DantBake
DantBake
Rap
tave
tave
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
tave
tave
Songwriter
Matteo John Camacho-Bier
Matteo John Camacho-Bier
Songwriter
Dante SJ Baker
Dante SJ Baker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tato Beats
Tato Beats
Producer, Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Ice on my chest like I'm trapped in the freezer
Money on me, I don't count it, I feel it
She wanna stay, but I don't do the leashes
Been movin' reckless, still sharp like a cleaver
Walk with a bounce, got a limp in the swagger
Neck keep on singin', need a mute on the diamonds
Drip too sick, need a doctor beside me
Don't talk much, let the fit do the lyin
Cash in the bag, got it twistin' my spine
Whole lotta green like it came with a vine
She wanna know where I'm at, I'm like fine
Really out here somewhere spendin' a dime
Slidin' in low, all black like a phantom
Mood swing crazy but the money stay handsome
I don't need luck, I just gamble with chances
Heart too cold, I don't handle the standards
Voice go high then it drop in the pocket
Talk to the money, I don't do the gossip
Came in the game with a chip on my collar
Now it's champagne stains all on the marble, woah
Pants too tight but the racks too loose
Say I changed up, I just changed the view
If it ain't about bread, I'm skippin' the room
I been outta sight, outta mind, outta mood
Yeah, yeah Outta mood
Fuck all the ops
Yeah, Woo
Fuck all the cops
Yeah, Woo
Fuck all the thots
Yeah, Woo
Fuck what they got
Yeah yeah
Run from the spot
Yeah, yeah
Run out yo socks
Yeah, uh huh
We run up the stocks
Yeah, run it
We runnin' the drop
Yeah yeah, run it up
We runnin' the job
We runnin' the mob
Yeah
She love what I'm on
Yeah
Off the drugs I'm gone
Yeah yeah
Rippin' the bong
Yeah
Fuck her for the whole night long
Yeah, yeah
Pimpin' along
Woo
Pimpin' a hoe out her thong
Yeah
Young T
I'm on the same shit
She a freak, now she speakin' my language
Ain't concerned if it ain't bout a payment
Playin' games, better not lose your placement
It's just me, myself, and my main bitch
Just me, myself, and my chains bitch
We don't need no help, swear the gang lit
Run up the funds, erry day, and we stay rich
Young legend
Closer to God than your reverend
Woah woah
I'm spendin
Play wit' me, get sent to heaven
Woah woah
Young idol
Made a hoe bit suicidal
Woah woah
Fuck rivals, made 'em go open a Bible
That's the truth
Fuck what he sayin
Yeah
If it ain't 'bout a payment
Yeah
Give a fuck what he playin
Yeah
If it ain't about prayin
Yeah yeah
Fuck bout yo bitch, bro
Give a fuck bout yo clique, bro
If you talk that shit, hoe
I'ma let a whole clip, go
Written by: Dante SJ Baker, Matteo John Camacho-Bier, Taven Dane Lovato
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