All Disrespect ft. DOB & SSJ Slime Lyrics

Fucking all these hoes cause they love the way I'm stacking

Popped a couple bottles then she put it into action

Spent a couple bands to get all this high Fashion

Fucking with my side hoe my bitch ain't catch me lacking (aye)

Threw a couple blues to get all these bitches acting

Crazy for Slime, swear this shit be distracting

Never met a real one cause all you jits be capping

Call up 130 like let's get this shit active

Cut the dash on the 30s like we doing subtraction

Hopped in the Booth and I smoke it like session

Addicted to these greens it's my only obsession

Never loved a hoe Imma say it like confession

From 253 to 206 bitch I'm ridin' with my pits

Charge 86 for brick then put the profit on my wrist

What you spendin' on your rent bitch I'm paying for a dish

Drop the spot have my lil niggas pop you like a cyst

I ain't never giving up bitch I'm dedicated

Russian cream filled with runtz got me medicated

Got twin Glocks but I always keep 'em separated

It's a cold world so I keep my youngins educated

Pull up on a nigga block then I decorate it

Gotta clean cup of wok to keep me meditated

Man these niggas even softer than I speculated

Stack a hunnid bands bitch it's like my money generated (aye)

All these rappers turning to me like a screwdriver

I'm hung up with this shit like I went noose diving

I make a spark in the stu and I start a booth fire

I take a step in the lab and make the room brighter

Who's tryna run it your duce duce ain't nothin'

Wonderin' who's pumpin' you throw a few and then dump it

On yo fools jewels money been blew through you got nothin'

Diamonds on my chest I still got a few left for cuttin'

I just zoom through this shit while you chew through it and boo hoo

Like who knew I'd do it you haters still say it's voo doo

It's Bluetooth bitch just connect the dots like it's blues clues

Now take a step back and lemme show you just what the crew do

Bro caught a body leave him dead like a zombie

Folding him up, like he do origami

Bitch think she slick pussy smell like salami

Sipping on the purp, like a motherfuckin' hi-c

Don't smoke kush unless that shits icy

Dollar sign bags the only thing I see

Lost a couple brothers but the real ones with me

Never switched sides but these bitches be grimey

If I catch him lacking, call it prefect timing

Dippen on the beef, cuz he don't like what I'm frying

Hit it on beat yeah I got that pussy crying

Swear it's on me aye 130 be supplying

Gotta rose gold Paddock while I'm ridin' in the Maybach

Make straight stacks sell a brick then I lay back

It's straight facts all you pussy niggas ain't that

Had to watch me grind to the top I know y'all hate that

Ion 21 but they still let me in the bar

All you niggas actin' like some bitches call you Jeff Star

I'm cold hearted, pop a nigga now I'm chrome hearted

Bitch we move them packs through the air from LA to Charlotte

Give yo ass that crossover Terry Rozier

If you ain't talkin' bout no profits Ion tryna hear

Got bad bitches eatin' steaks of my China plates

Puttin M's in the bank like I'm Tom Hanks (pussy)

Aye, look, with all disrespect

I don't fuck with you fakers been runnin' through my head

I got a lot on my mind and don't got room for guests

So best to pack yo shit 'for you see something you might regret

Your blue bills will fly away if you ain't killing quick

Tryna step to me lemme show you just what the difference is

I always keep it ready and loaded I call it Mickey Slim

Cause when you taking shots you get tipsy when you get hit wit it

I'm shoulder shruggin' you keep it buggin' I keep on wonderin'

Why the fuck you isn't running you see us coming you should be ducking

I got a bad habit to fuck up everything in my sight

As fate would just so have it you boutta take a trip through my mind