[Intro: Slimesito]
Frrt (Frrt)
Rich Slime
(EVILGIANE)
Ayy (Ayy)
Yeah (Yeah)
(Sounds by FTP)
Ayy (Ayy)
([?])
[Chorus: Slimesito]
You talkin' 'bout hate, you know I get a lot (Yeah)
That bitch said she love me but she love me not
I post on the strip, you know I'm on the plot
These niggas down bad, these niggas cuffin' thots
I'm rocking them crates but I'm not for watch
I don't punch in but I be using clocks
These niggas gon' hate, I know they want my spot
I'm in 2 seat, it's lonely at the top
That nigga got robbed, we caught him on his lot
He'll act too tough, I shot him in his lot
Just sit lil' bitch, I gotta drop a dot
That bitch slimed out, I got her sippin' drop
Just like Champagne, I'm finna pop his top
My chop' come packaged, I don't like no stocks
I just got rich, I'ma buy some stocks
I'm growin' that shit, you know it ain't no crops, yeah
[Verse 1: Slimesito]
Know I still ride with that Glock
I don't like safеty and it's one up top
I feel like Cash Money 'causе I got the block hot
Totin' Five-seveNs, know they havin' red dot (Five-sev' dot, yeah)
That nigga got popped and now he acting shellshocked (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
I'm banging them beats like I play for the Red Sox
I cut his ass off 'cause I seen him flop
Know real Don Dada, nigga, plug like ock
These niggas just hatin', they is not no opp
My niggas clean shit, you know they use those mops
Got shooters on fire, you know they stay on watch (Plrrt)
His patna got shot and now he calling cops
Man, he was just stepping, now he actin' soft
I'm throwing up B's, I'm feeling like John Wall
Bitch, start gettin' this money now I'm stackin' tall
Got shooters on sync, you know I'm havin' [?]
[Chorus: Slimesito]
You talkin' 'bout hate, you know I get a lot (Yeah)
That bitch said she love me but she love me not
I post on the strip, you know I'm on the plot (Ayy)
These niggas all bad, you niggas cuffin' thots
[?]
I don't punch in but I be using clocks
These niggas gon' hate, I know they want my spot
I'm in [?], it's lonely at the top
That nigga got robbed, we caught him on his lot
He'll act too tough, I shot him in his lot (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
Just sit lil' bitch, I gotta drop a dot
That bitch slimed out, I got her sippin' drop
Just like Champagne, I'm finna pop his top
My chop' come packaged, I don't like no [?]
I just got rich, I'ma buy some stocks
I'm growin' that shit, you know it ain't no crops, yeah
[Verse 2: Duwap Kaine]
Put that FTP stick on my Glock
That nigga too broke, how he pocket-watch?
Can't talk down on my brother, not on my watch
I'm breaking laws, I hit yo' ho in yo' spot
She got miles on that pussy, need to tune up (She got miles on that pussy)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
30 clip long in the Glock, man, that shit look like Chris-Chris Bosh
Slapping bands at the store [?] like [?] (Yeah, yeah)
Pockets kinda fat, need to go on a walk
Need to go on a jog
Nigga broke, I can offer a job
Lil' Wayne, yeah, she eat my lollipop
You don't want no smoke, Sito not care
Fah, fah-fah-fah
Now he got instant regret
Fuck the industry, ain't nobody pay
I'm too real and that make 'em upset (Too real)
Nigga don't want smoke, cigarette
Pockets on fat (Trill), Russian roulette
Niggas be capped out for internet
I'm just the one, I can't get into that
Niggas be lame changing my set
Can't do that, my mind already set
Nigga, you a bitch, it is what it is
But nigga, you a ho, it's just that (Damn, damn)
In the foreign with the turbo jet and I ain't talkin' 'bout no hot tub, nigga
Dropped out, said, "Fuck high school, nigga"
Her pussy bald like Caillou, nigga
Let me just run this by you, nigga
I'm still a legend that made six figures
And each year, man, I never get bigger
Diamonds on me and she still a gold digger
Diamonds are for everyone, one
[Outro]
This was made exclusively for FTP
