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(Rrahh, rrahh)
(Bow, bow)
(Rrahh)
(Three-point-five in a wood)
(Shit punch, got me feelin' good)
(Uh)
(Shit punch, got me feelin' good)
(Damnnn)
(Bow, bow)
(Grr-rrahh)
Lil5iveten, Lil5iveten (Damn)
Im So Slimee
Put a three-point-five in a wood
Shit punch, got me feelin' good
Early morning, I got a wood
Lil bitch gon' gimme the tudd
Bro hit my phone like "What's good?" (What's the word?)
I'm in the booth, geeked like a nerd
I use that bar already but I don't really give no fucks
Hop out the car, get hit with the stick like a puck
Big gun hit like a truck
If I see a opp on feet, he better run or, he gettin smacked with the gun
Or, he'll get hit with a punch
He on the ground get kicked and stomped
Ain't no one-on-ones for sure, he gettin' jumped
Lil bop bitch, tryna eat it like lunch
She let me roll her like a croissant
She let me roll her up like a dutch
Make her bend over, she gettin' hunched
Like, I don't gotta say too much
Catch me a stain then he gettin' scrubbed
I'm on his head like a sponge, don't get it twisted
Aim for his lid, i'ma fuck up his fitted
Pick up a gun, get him lifted
Now baeboy in my blunt, I take a pull, it get me uplifted
He wanna beef, get cooked like brisket
Shits hotter than grease, get popped like Crisco
We could really get shit poppin' like Chris Brown
(Bow-bow)
That's how them shits sound
When you hear that, you better get down
You'll get put in the sky with the big clouds
Uh, you bring a hammer around then you gettin' stained
I don't give a fuck what you claim
I'm So Slimee and i'll send shots to ya brain
You can not hang bitch
You is not gang bitch, you is a lame
I'm masked up, see red like Kane
And I got a glock, shit kick like Sheamus