Grrahh-Grrahh
Grrahh-Grrahh (Slimee-Slimee)
Grrahh, Grrahh (Slimee-Slimee)
Grrahh, Grrahh (Slimee-Slimee)
Like, niggas always dickridin' you heard? (OH MY GOD, DID FINATIC MAKE THIS?)
That shit not cute
On My Mother
Grrahh
Gang, Grrah
Grrahh
Grrah-grrahh-grrahh
(Bow-bow, Bow-brrrtt)
Grrah-grrahh-grrahh (Bow)
Finatic (Im So Slimee)
Gang
Gang-gang-gang (Gang)
Step in my yard, get stomped
Like, you'll get banged, thump
Put a red dot on ya face, bump
Like, I'll send a round to ya bun
Play on my ground, i'll ruin ya fun
Catch him in a lot, i'm throwin' a ton
What he wanna do? We can get it done
I'll raise him up like he was my son
Grrahh
Get over a nigga, i'm puttin' him under
He'll get striked like boom, thunder
Grrahh, walk down like a gunner
Bet, i'll turn lil bro to a runner
I'll put a nigga to rest, slumber
Lay his ass out he sleep, slumped him
Grrahh, make him fall, hallows hit his pumpkin
Duck like Donald, i'm blowin' the Trump-et
Get em' boxed, bullets'll punch em'
Shit gon' get dark, tunnel
She gon' give me the cake, for funnel
Corny ass nigga, he thinkin' he funny
Using my name, to get some money
Suck my dick, you must love me
Drum on the block, shit kick, rugby
Tryna' pull my cards, i'll prolly pluck you
If you ain't fuckin' with me, then fuck you
For the bag, i'll prolly duff you
Big ass chop, shit holdin' a muzzle
He tryna' flex, shots open his muscles
Paint him red, bullets'll brush em'
Open his head, i'ma leave shit gushin'
Lil bitch, i'm off the hook like cubbies
Grrahh-grrahh
Bullets rockin' babies, i'll make his ass go ba-ba (Bye-bye)
Bitch, you better stop drop and roll cuz i'ma fye-fye (Fire-fire)
Spinnin' like propellers with a choppa, shit go "rrahh-rrahh" (Rrahh-rrahh)
Cock it back, shoot, his his eye, leave him cock-eyed
Bitch, Waddup?
I'm tryna' Sko like Nuk
Gun talk, bitch, shut up
Cuz I'm tryna' fuck shit up, on bro
Fuck a Button Boy, got the BIG30 tucked
Like, aim up high, better duck
Fore' they have to tape shit up, on bro
She gon' give me the sucks to go
I told the bitch to grab and go
She gon' bop cuz' she like the flow
She gon' mop, when i'm on the floor
After she let me in the cookie dough (doe)
I told the bitch to hit the door (The fuck out)
I know she mad, fasho'
That lil bitch, a nasty ho'
I'm tryna' disconnect his chin, give him a face shot
I'll probably blow shit up from the tank top
He'll get stretched out, right in his tank top
Bitch
Up it in fashion, lettin' the Kay Flock
Niggas be thinkin' they hard, but they not
Call my dog, he bringin' a K9
My clips goin' Bananza, Akon
Grrahh
If you ain't fuckin' with me, then fuck you
For the bag, i'll prolly duff you
Big ass chop, shit holdin' a muzzle
He tryna' flex, shots open his muscles
Paint him red, bullets'll brush em'
Open his head, i'ma leave shit gushin'
Lil bitch, i'm off the hook like cubbies
Grrahh-grrahh
Gang, Bitch (Grrahh)
Be mindful, Slattnem' on that gang shit
Like, i'll probably spray shit
I'm tryna' bake shit
Want smoke? i'ma lace shit
Come thru, i'm tryna' face him
Chip his potato, bitch i'ma lay him
(OH MY-OH MY-OH MY GOD, DID FINATIC MAKE THIS?)