Slime

(A Lau on the beat)

Drench, drench, drench

(Ayo, Eli what the fuck?) Ayy, AR

They throw shots from quick recognition (What?)

Mask on, 'cause of facial recognition (Boom)

You know I've been to the bookings (Uh-huh)

Back then, I was terrorizing Brooklyn (AR)

Nowadays, a couple racks for the booking (Breesh)

Bet you can't name it, then it got took'n (At all)

Right now, I got big names looking (Yeah)

Almost there, I got like, half a foot in (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Keep a .45 on me, I ain't fighting

Back then, I was terrorizing Dyckman (Grrah)

All I do is get high, and dodge indictments (Grrah)

I don't fight, but the bullets hit like Tyson (Grrah)

They must've not got the memo (Memo)

We ain't runnin' outta ammo (Ammo)

We in the field like the gang wearin' camo (Camo)

We movin' milli, like Tony Soprano (Yeah, yeah)

Told Slayter, "We see them haters later" (Slayter)

Lappin' ****, they like, "Wait up" (Wait up)

Made breesh, out apartments of labor (Breesha)

I watched close friends turn to haters, uh

They must've ain't heard 'bout the drench (Drench, drench, drench)

Every clip gotta extend (Grrah)

Lift him up, and watch him ascend (Lift him)

Or pass I might give him a pass, it depends (Yeah, yeah)

Life been full of new shit (Life)

Hit the bitch, and I pass her to 26 (AR)

All my **** got Glocks, and they use it (Grrah)

If the bitch don't give head, then she useless (She useless)

We just get high and we fuck to my music

Poppin' these 30s, that shit therapeutic

Waka Flocka, on my hip, oh, let's do it

Mix the Xannies, with the Addy, I'm booted (I'm booted)

My closet filled up with Prada shit (Drip, drip, drip)

Dior, Amiri, a lot of it (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

If the jeans ain't a band, I ain't coppin' it (At all)

I don't care what I'm totin', I'm flockin' it (Grrah)

Told my brothers stay smart, not dangerous (On bro)

'Cause a dangerous **** get whacked (On bro)

And a dangerous **** might lack (On bro)

Don't wanna converse, if it ain't how to pack (Baow, baow)

Like, bitch, I'm the face of the Bronx, like

I do what I want (I want)

I don't need my gun, uppin' my phone or my finger, I still make 'em run (Pussy)

Like, he say he go ku' with the deuce, he don't know what to do I'm the Flock who go dumb (Who go dumb)

If he don't got a mask, boy, that's his ass (That's his ass), face recognition, he done

EBK, DOA, GBG babies (Babies)

We tote choppas like this shit the Navy

Old heads get boomed, we leave 'em lazy (Pussy)

If you want me to slide, better pay me (Pay me, ****)

Bitch, I'm the king of the Bronx, yeah, obey me (Like)

**** cappin', like these **** made me

Bitch I done upped it, on **** who raised me

He can get clicked on, thinkin' he wavy (Dummy)

And I can't name a **** who chased me (Who chase me?)

And I can't name a **** who chased me (Like)

Toting on .30's, Berettas, no safety (No safety)

And I'm quick to up score like McGrady

(Bitch, I'm the Trend, but I'm ballin' for JB)

Throw shots from quick recognition

Mask on, 'cause of facial recognition

You know I've been to the bookings

Back then, I was terrorizing Brooklyn

Nowadays, a couple racks for the booking

Bet you can't name it, then it got took'n

Right now, I got big names looking

Almost there, I got like, half a foot in

Keep a .45 on me, I ain't fighting

Back then, I was terrorizing Dyckman (Grrah)

All I do is get high, and dodge indictments (Grrah)

I don't fight, but the bullets hit like Tyson (Grrah)

They must've not got the memo (Memo)

We ain't runnin' outta ammo (Ammo)

We in the field like the gang wearin' camo (Camo)

We movin' milli, like Tony Soprano