K Clip SOB

[Intro]
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[Chorus: Slimmy B]
I ain't got no type bitch just call me Rae Srem
I love a fake ass but I hate a fake bitch
Niggas dick riding that's that fucking gay shit
I don't trust shit caught a fucking K clip

[Verse 1: Slimmy B]
I ain't fifty but I need my money by Monday
Speeding in that Hellcat not no fucking Hyundai
These niggas want beef put 'em on a entree
Lil' baby wanna suck me told her, "maybe one day"
Tryna lay a nigga down when this fucking gun spray
Drippin' in Dior tryna rip the runway
Coulda had a rich nigga but you went the bum way
OG tryna fuck throw it back on Tay
In my hood it go down like a fucking sunset
Up another hundred bands still ain't been a month yet
Not a bitch I can't hit still ain't met one yet
You blew a bag on that bitch, still ain't hit the buns yet (Fuckin' nerd)
You ain't really thuggin' in these streets I know (I know)
Seem nigga you don't really want beef I know (I know)
Hella high in the lab pouring drink by the four
Thuggin' 'til I die give these streets my soul