[Chorus: Slimmy B]
Nigga, joke's up, tell my niggas pour up
More Runtz, tell my niggas roll up
More guns, tell my niggas load up
More drugs, bitch, I need more drugs, nigga
Joke's up, tell my niggas pour up
More Runtz, tell my niggas roll up
More guns, tell my niggas load up
More drugs, bitch, I need more drugs
[Verse 1: Slimmy B]
Joke's up, bitch, it's time to ho up
If you ain't got no dough, bitch, you gets no love
More slugs, fill my clip with more slugs
All pussies in your niggas gang, no thugs
Nigga, four-one, on my wrist frozed up
Fold up, choppa make 'em fold up
Niggas show out every time we show up
Bitch, go nuts, throw that ass, go nuts
All these fucking diamonds make a nigga glow up
Never loafing, bitch, I keep pole tucked
Two-two-threes leave a nigga broke up
And if a nigga don't know shit, I bet a nigga know us on the gang
[Chorus: Slimmy B]
Nigga, joke's up, tell my niggas pour up
More Runtz, tell my niggas roll up
More guns, tell my niggas load up
More drugs, bitch, I need more drugs, nigga
Joke's up, tell my niggas pour up
More Runtz, tell my niggas roll up
More guns, tell my niggas load up
More drugs, bitch, I need more drugs
[Verse 2: DaBoii]
Roll me up some dope, that sticky-icky
Baby know them niggas tryna get me, I'm that nigga in my city
I stay up out the mix, 'cause niggas iffy
If I'm toting chop, that bitch hold more than fifty
Never leave my Glizzy
Oh, I'm the quarterback they tryna blitz me
Turn your back on me I turn you to a Ricky
Oh, all you niggas sissies
When the beef is on we make 'em switchies
And them shells get to flying if you diss me
You know how that shit be
When the lights is off shit get tricky
Ah, Lord why it's a four up in my Simply?
Ah, damn I need more drugs so they can lift me
Ah, and on my mama I can't let a nigga rip me
When we hit the stage them hoes be bringing out they titties
Get to tripping in the party, brodie bringing out the semi
Got a plug with them bricks up in Houston like I'm Whitney
So much game up in my veins could get a secret out of Vicky, on the gang
[Chorus: Slimmy B]
Nigga, joke's up, tell my niggas pour up
More Runtz, tell my niggas roll up
More guns, tell my niggas load up
More drugs, bitch, I need more drugs, nigga
Joke's up, tell my niggas pour up
More Runtz, tell my niggas roll up
More guns, tell my niggas load up
More drugs, bitch, I need more drugs
[Verse 3: Yhung T.O.]
Looking to my left and right, feel like I feel somebody coming
Maybe I'm just paranoid, but I ain't hiding, I ain't running
Be so high I always lose shit every time that I be rushing
And this Glock up on my side could turn your man into a woman
Feel like I'm slowing down the time with all this drank up in my system
I'm so tired of niggas turning, I'm so tired of niggas switching
I know love is an emotion and I can't explain the feeling
But that love we used to have done turned to memories and distance
I know It's killas wanna take my life from me
Niggas tryna play cool, but it's on sight with me
I suggest you don't play with me
'Cause that G 30 stay with me
Can't be scared to play your hand when that table turn
And my granny tried to school me, but I never learned
And these drugs got me too high, I'm too unconcerned
And niggas think this shit a game until that metal burn
[Chorus: Slimmy B]
Nigga, joke's up, tell my niggas pour up
More Runtz, tell my niggas roll up
More guns, tell my niggas load up
More drugs, bitch, I need more drugs, nigga
Joke's up, tell my niggas pour up
More Runtz, tell my niggas roll up
More guns, tell my niggas load up
More drugs, bitch, I need more drugs
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