#FreeGSLIME Lyrics

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Nahhfr

Ya hear me

Put da smoke ina air

Don't pass it

(What you tell em)

Don't roll no hemp

Roll a classic

Got One ina head

You know I can't lack

Spent Two bands

To get that back

Three ina morning

You know that we fishing

Four deep innat car

We going on missions

Free GSlime

He locked not washed

Been getting dem bags

Ima pay what it cost

Got bands off Cashapp

Ain't gotta do fraud

Hadda stomp me a nigga

I think mfs saw it

Put da smoke ina air

Don't pass it

Don't roll no hemp

Roll a classic

If she gotta Lil butt

When she shake it ima jazz it

If she put it in my face

Then you know ima grab it

Nahhfr i'm tellin

Got One in head

You know I can't lack

Spent Two bands

To get that back

Three ina morning

You know that we fishing

Four deep innat car

We going on missions

Thuggin Five days straight

Need me a new plate

If it's Six niggas stroafin

Six niggas gotta lay

Like Seven ina morning

Be catching juggs early

Bro was getting dem 8balls

Off to dem birdies

You know I stay tight wit that Nine

If a nigga run up wrong

Put that shit on his mind

You can call my bluff

If you think that i'm lying

He got bags for da low

Then you know that i'm buying

But if he look sweet

We bag him

We gon get onnat car

We gon tag em

If it's smoke

Then we ain't gon at him

We gon lay his block

We gon creep

He ina car

We gon hop out on feet

We gon get him

Up outta his seat

Tell him don't make no noise

Not a peep

If he make anova move

He get beat

Got 12 on my line

Might gotta do dash

Get blessed if you

Coppin wit cash

Bitch from Duval

Keep giving me sass

If she keep getting crazy

Then ima beat her ass

That's domestic

It's a theory Lil bitch

Come test it

Face jays of da za

We don't pass it

That's a go

Lil nigga don't jazz it

Make da work disappear

Like magic

If 12 hop ona whip

We gon bust em

Opps dissin' ona gram

But it's fuck em

If he don't give that shit up

We gon crush him

Lil Dirtyy nigga clean

Don't touch him

Two Ys Shit Official

(Lil Dirtyy nigga clean

Don't touch him

If he don't give that shit up

We gon crush him

Opps dissin' ona gram

But it's fuck em)

We ain't city rolling

Nigga we fishing

We ain't hopping on live

We ain't doing no dissing

Let a shot out da Glock

Ian doing no missing

Niggas talkin ona net

Doing way too much tippin'

Too precise with da stick

Put mfs on alert

If Lil bruh get da door

Then i'm going in first

Bag you or your bitch

Idk which one is worst

But I got manners

So ian gon go in her purse

Well he reached

So I taught him

If he got bags for da low

I extort him

Might gotta get him drunk

THen ima backdoor em

He got hit by da stick

But it wasn't even for him

(It don't even matter

He was with em)

If I hop ina whip

Then we gone ona hunt

If bro down bad

Send da work like a punt

Hadda roll me a jay

Ian rolling no blunts

Got bags of da za

Come pay what I want

Shit in motion

But I swear dey don't see it

If I get caught innat jam

Yeah da fifth ima plead it

Cop a bag

Get it off

Then you know I repeat it

If I whip out my dick

Ima tell her to eat it

Twin sticks ina telly

Like Zack n Cody

Got bitches on my line

Like Mr. Mosby

Might hit da yellow house

Get me a four piece

Fuck a bitch and her friend

Tryn have me orgy

Don't whip out ur phone

Bitch don't record me

That's federal

Hit a nigga hours later

Like a edible

Got bags for da low

Can you mail em thru

How many grams ina sheets

It's several

Don't tell on me

Cuz I won't tell on you

Shhh

(What he tell em)

Don't tell on me

Cuz I won't tell on you

(Shhhh)

Cuz Dats Hot Hot

Nahhfr Bitch