Gang
Grrahh (Slimee-Slimee)
Rrahh-rrahh (Bow)
Bow, bow
Bow, bow (Lil5iveten, Lil5iveten)
Bow (Bltttt)
Rrahh (Bro' just clapped a nigga)
Rrahh (Slimee-Slimee) (Bullets harder than some hands, shit, he probably smacked a nigga)
Rrahh, rrahh (Slimee-Slimee) (You better not tick me off cuz' i'ma start attackin' niggas)
Finatic, Im So Slimee (Bow-bow) (Put him in a box, get him carried, fuck a package nigga)
I'ma get inside her buns, let the mayo' spread
Choppa' put his ass to sleep, let it make his bed
Don't get in the mix cuz' i'll put you in a blender, nigga
I'ma glaze her donut, cuz she said her name was "Lady Linda"
Call me "Jay-Z" bitch, this Lyrical Excercise
Wake up then i'm stretchin' shit, that's a mornin' exercise
Shots lower his height, have him shorter than a Leprechaun
Trees got me high up in the clouds, this shit level nine
Faceshot, ID, leave him unidentified
Let it blast like a loud speaker, call it "intercom"
You talkin' hot? I'll leave you colder than the winter time
Bullets tryna eat cuz' niggas food, call em "dinner time" (Bitch)
Huh?
What?
You better pick a side
Get extendos, longer than some shoes, told em "pick a size"
I'ma send a message, bullets loud, them shits emphasized
We replace his brain, tryna give his ass a different mind
Hit his backpack, now he absent, should've been on time
Me and Doomut, Top 1, we the upper echelon
The clip is long lasting, have that boy runnin' a marathon
Heat his dome like a blow dryer, fuck a hair salon
Bro' just clapped a nigga
Bullets harder than some hands, shit, he probably smacked a nigga
You better not tick me off cuz' i'ma start attackin' niggas
Put him in a box, get him carried, fuck a package nigga
Gang, Bitch (Bow-bow)