808 Mafia
Yeah
Turn me up
Aye
This that Slime Glock shit again
We back on
Yeah
I just wanna see my dawg pull up
I'm adventurous though
Top floor with a vibe, we be fifty floors up
SG home, we back on, four zips and hit court
Since a youngin never known me a bitch that won't fuck
I got too many vibes, I gotta take these phones here
Just know these racks in this bag, Dickie phone here
And oh yeah, all my old head he with it, sell his own, yeah
And oh yeah, all drank and purple, no Arizona
We was down but it's up, OGs wrapped up
Hoodie on, Ds up, I smoke Ds up
Neck, wrist, freeze up, still tote heaters
Grind mode every day, run that cheese up
Every day I'm trippin' out, got me right like pimpin', yeah
He talkin' 'bout he cross him out, triple cross, now slime, yeah
Water, vibe, G choker, X5 life, it shine, yeah
Baby girl super soaker, I get in her spine, yeah
She like, "Woo," told her, "Ooh"
Big blood, she like "Ooh"
Told her that I just wanna fuck on her
Give a nigga smoke anyway like
Pass that back, that PG slide, he like "Woo"
Never stop, keep goin'
Spin the blocks, the weed on
Slap the top like bond
What she give me for it? On
G6, you can't join
MSA, first-born
Time a nigga put 'em on, take 'em off, get 'em gone
Sandbox, homies with me and they all tote glizzys
Ask about us in the city, they know Glock's get hissy
Bitch love, fuck love, bitch, put money in my pocket
Mean mugs in the club 'cause I got that pocket rocket
Don't you know lil' king havin' mobs out here?
Throwin' C's on that drug, Shana nae-nae here
I'm with C's and they rollin' and they not playin' fair
This a Rollie-Rollie, no rolly polly, keep quiet here
Out of sight, out of mind, I know Lord hold the line
Wrote a song, diamonds shine, I don't even know the time
Grind mode all the time, free my dawg doin' time
Real one of a kind, play for keeps like slime
Four's up
Told them boys point they fours up
Nigga mad 'cause we froze and they chose us
Nigga cappin', we run him down with poles up
Nigga cappin', we been turned them to holes, yeah
All the time
That's L-I-M-E, not my kind
This a Glock 40, no, we don't tote nines
Stick fold 'em up, yeah, we in your line
And this is slime
She like, "Woo"
Told her, "Ooh"
Big blood, she like "Ooh"
Told her that I just wanna fuck on her
Give a nigga smoke anyway like
Pass that back, that PG slide, he like "Woo"
Never stop, keep goin'
Spin the blocks, the weed on
Slap the top like bond
What she give me for it? On
G6, you can't join
MSA, first-born
Time a nigga put 'em on, take 'em off, get 'em gone
Sandbox, homies with me and they all tote glizzys
Ask about us in the city, they know Glock's get hissy
Bitch love, fuck love, bitch, put money in my pocket
Mean mugs in the club 'cause I got that pocket rocket
Zone 6, nigga
Pyrex whipper
Pyrex
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