[Intro]
Bruh, play that joint from the top, come on
Slime, slime, comin' through every hood, blowin' up every street (SmokeySmokey)
Comin' through every hood, blowin' up every street
Damn
Oh, yeah
Ah-da-da
Damn
[Verse]
You want you some money, I'ma make you a runner
We don't fuck with no rats, we'd have been smoked Gunna
Bitch all on my dick and she get on my nerves
This car too fast, they gotta bring out the bird
Cuz lookin' too sweet, man, he doggin' the whip
If the car pull wrong, on my soul, I'ma hit
What I made in an hour, you made in a week
Ruth's Chris ain't nothin', that shit still cheap
He got hit with some shit, man, he fell on his face
That lil' shit light, I did ten on the Chasе
I'm doggin' this bitch and I fucked up her lace
Man, niggas bе cappin', I don't hear what they say
These hoes ain't nothin', a nigga been pimpin'
Cuz lovin' the yak, made a name in the kitchen
I'm always on ten, man, I stay with my gun
'Bout to cop me a log, 'bout to wire the funds
I know that y'all hurt, y'all keep takin' them L's
Sweet-talk to a bitch like I'm talkin' on Grailed
We hop out the car, we look like the jumpers
They lovin' my shit, man, they lovin' my number
He know that he wrong, man, he not for the men
Two bands ain't nothin', that's a new CPN
He stuck in the past, he keep talkin' 'bout dumps
If the bitch head good, she could get what she want
Man, I'm up in Tysons, I'm shoppin' for shit
That boy on a date, smoke him and his bitch
He thought with his dick and got hit in his head
I'm fly as shit, drippin', I feel like I'm Greg
Keep makin' up shit, I don't know what you sayin'
I know it's fucked up, I just sold her a dream
Bruh, play that joint from the top, come on
Slime, slime, comin' through every hood, blowin' up every street (SmokeySmokey)
Comin' through every hood, blowin' up every street
Damn
Oh, yeah
Ah-da-da
Damn
[Verse]
You want you some money, I'ma make you a runner
We don't fuck with no rats, we'd have been smoked Gunna
Bitch all on my dick and she get on my nerves
This car too fast, they gotta bring out the bird
Cuz lookin' too sweet, man, he doggin' the whip
If the car pull wrong, on my soul, I'ma hit
What I made in an hour, you made in a week
Ruth's Chris ain't nothin', that shit still cheap
He got hit with some shit, man, he fell on his face
That lil' shit light, I did ten on the Chasе
I'm doggin' this bitch and I fucked up her lace
Man, niggas bе cappin', I don't hear what they say
These hoes ain't nothin', a nigga been pimpin'
Cuz lovin' the yak, made a name in the kitchen
I'm always on ten, man, I stay with my gun
'Bout to cop me a log, 'bout to wire the funds
I know that y'all hurt, y'all keep takin' them L's
Sweet-talk to a bitch like I'm talkin' on Grailed
We hop out the car, we look like the jumpers
They lovin' my shit, man, they lovin' my number
He know that he wrong, man, he not for the men
Two bands ain't nothin', that's a new CPN
He stuck in the past, he keep talkin' 'bout dumps
If the bitch head good, she could get what she want
Man, I'm up in Tysons, I'm shoppin' for shit
That boy on a date, smoke him and his bitch
He thought with his dick and got hit in his head
I'm fly as shit, drippin', I feel like I'm Greg
Keep makin' up shit, I don't know what you sayin'
I know it's fucked up, I just sold her a dream
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