SLIME ft. SHAY BUCKZ Lyrics

Ooh, look, ayy, ayy, I wanna be great, uh, uh, greater than I ever been

We gon' focus on this money cause all that shit irrelevant

A.R.Ps n , uh, we got shit knocked down Ah elephant

Step outside, we gettin' that, whoo, bitch, I'm flyer than a pelican

Pass the mic to Buckz , I swear to God, I think she heaven-sent

Real ghetto bitch, the way I talk, they think I'm elegant

I can't go for none, this shit for fun, vote me for president

When I'm outside with my sisters, we act reckless

Ayy, they knowin lil blast, Ah spazz in the booth, Miami, I'm bringin' the heat

Niggas be followin' up under one nigga, he go to jail, your ass can't eat

Yo mama ain't tell you , this shit ain't sweet, Kanye West, he preachin' the peace

I'm flippin' they blocks from west to east, I'm bringing ' my own, I'm not no leech

Ayy, told his ass to be cool, you don't know me, so don't touch me

They call me Lady Dank, I come around and they don't trust me

Bro bond the family, popped out with racks in Louis Duffy

He asked me for my number, Domino's, his ass a dummy

Walk niggas down, ridin' a Huffy, close that door, my nose a lil' stuffy

I'm big dog, lil' ass puppy, real slime, lil' ass gumpy

Walk in stores, the pockets lumpy, I'm in the zoo with apes and monkeys

Kusbi jeans, designer junkies, switching the crowd, a nigga bumpin' me

Had to slow it down to let these bitches catch up

Pretty from the hood, she call her brothers, then it's up

If you play, then you lay a few, hitters ready to bust

Rose told me keep it cute, cause he know I can get Rough

It can go down wherever we at, slide through the block, ain't no outlet

Told her put the dick where you put the mouth at, chase niggas down lil hot bout that

073 where I'm outsouth at, catch me again nigga, I doubt that

Get hit with the drac , he can't snap back, take a nigga down, he gotta buy back

Ayy, poppin' out with bucks, you better stay up cause shit get lit

Ayy, dusse out the bottle, shakin' ass and hittin' splits

This nigga on my line, told him be cool, I'm hittin' licks

She wanna beef about this nigga, bitch be cool, he just my trick

Be cool the tricks for kids, clap from the back I'm pullin' her wig

Bro got the FN , I got the sig , who slidin' first, let's put it in Ah bid

Niggas be sad, running they mouth and shit, be quiet, they talkin' to pigs

I'ma get turnt up off this, uh, just give me a reason, I'm poppin Ah jigga

Brand new glocks with double triggers, he got a gun but mine's bigger

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