Little Haiti

[Intro] (AJ stay workin', on God) [Chorus: BSlime] Givin' them work, don't care 'bout a clerk Don't ask me no words, don't care what you heard Minis and choppers gon' come out the curb We shootin' them birds, make family hurt Diamonds on me, yeah, them bitches be shinin' My young niggas wildin', they smokin' on herbs Kel-Tec chopper to match and we don't got no balance You know I'ma flip on a nerd Bringin' exotic, got baddies on baddies on baddies You know I'ma fuck 'em first Hellcat cuttin' through traffic, we trippin' We trippin', they say that's the magic word Tat for tat, tat, we gon' pop at your partner LA like a golfer I'm sippin' on syrup Pop at your 'tater, they wan' know who ate 'еm We carry the crater, wе started the purge [Verse 1: Gunna] YSL, ain't nobody greater We carry the crater, big bag of potatoes I pop at your 'tater come down to the paper I'm totin' a Glock, got a beam like a laser Ooh, we gotta go see you later We right back in Vegas, GunWun from the shady BSlime from Lil' Haiti, a real slimy baby We smokin' some fader, YSL super wavy Come through like the Navy, Osama We takin' the summer, they sick to they stomach Big slatt, I'm a blue anaconda Fuck hoes wit’ a condom, protectin' these commas Had to trap, I couldn't work at McDonald's My hood was a jungle, we bought the whole jungle I can't lack, I'm asleep with the llama My name doin' numbers, I'm far from a runner [Chorus: BSlime] Givin' them work, don't care 'bout a clerk Don't ask me no words, don't care what you heard Minis and choppers gon' come out the curb We shootin' them birds, make family hurt Diamonds on me, yeah, them bitches be shinin' My young niggas wildin', they smokin' on herbs Kel-Tec chopper to match and we don't got no balance You know I'ma flip on a nerd Bringin' exotic, got baddies on baddies on baddies You know I'ma fuck 'em first Hellcat cuttin' through traffic, we trippin' We trippin', they say that's the magic word Tat for tat, tat, we gon' pop at your partner LA like a golfer I'm sippin' on syrup Pop at your 'tater, they wan' know who ate 'em We carry the crater, we started the purge [Verse 2: BSlime] I'm like the drum on the beat Walk a nigga down, restin' in peace That's a hundred round, i’ma release A slimy anaconda, come from the streets Slimy, wipe your nose, that's how it go A murder, that's the code, fasho' We back to back the Rolls, woah Slimy shady baby, woah Yeah, I got a bad lil' bitch She a petite bitch, she ain't worried 'bout the money I'm never runnin' out of money Came from a bunny, I'm goin' at onions Chopper gon' eat up his stomach He's a vegetable, we call him a [?] We runnin' the town, don't nobody want it I put on some Nikes and run up my commas [Chorus: BSlime] Givin' them work, don't care 'bout a clerk Don't ask me no words, don't care what you heard Minis and choppers gon' come out the curb We shootin' them birds, make family hurt Diamonds on me, yeah, them bitches be shinin' My young niggas wildin', they smokin' on herbs Kel-Tec chopper to match and we don't got no balance You know I'ma flip on a nerd Bringin' exotic, got baddies on baddies on baddies You know I'ma fuck 'em first Hellcat cuttin' through traffic, we trippin' We trippin', they say that's the magic word Tat for tat, tat, we gon' pop at your partner LA like a golfer I'm sippin' on syrup Pop at your 'tater, they wan' know who ate 'em We carry the crater, we started the purge