(Gang-gang, gang-gang)
(Like, gang)
(Gang, gang-gang)
(Caught me a opp and he started runnin', like)
I'm tryna spin with a glock four-five
You tryna spin, get sent to Allah
Hell no, they goofy, we don't fuck with they side
G-three got hit, man free all the guys
He tryna wolf, send five to his dome
He ain't outside, that boy hide in his home
Walkin' the streets and i'm clutchin the chrome
I got the fifty, while holdin' a tommy
I'm tryna catch me a brain like a zombie
I'm in the West, strapped up like a bombie
We tryna spin out the V', catch a homi'
We tryna spin out the V', catch a body (On bro)
Top tryna score just popped us a Benz
They start wolfin' then they gotta die
I love XDs, make sure it's a nine
Ya'll go to jail and ya'll go tell
We go to jail and we bring hell
We outside everyday, they say we hidin'
Spin thru the view', tryna catch me a Poo'
I'm from the West, forty tucked right beside
Top from the West and I aim for his dome
SB turn me up, forty-three to his dome
(SB turn me up, forty-three to his dome)
State right behind, i'm bringin' us home
Lil Raw in the passenger seat
If a nigga run up, i'ma bust the heat
Like, put a nigga six feet
And i'm ridin' with the bros', everyday
We from the West, tryna catch us a case
We catch a opp then we lettin' it bang
Die shiest', ya'll know what we on
BBG, you is a ho'
Catch a opp, I swear to god he get exposed
(On bro, on bro)
I go to the A' and cop me some bo' (Swag, bah)
(Swag, Swag)
I'm tryna jump out the car, hit heads, jump back in the V', skrt off
Freak lil bitch, let me gurk off
Come to back, gon' give the slurp off
You'll get hit for all that talk
Hit in his back now he can't walk
He tried to run, lil bro got chalked
Ambulance on the scene, had to pick bro' off
Hop in the booth then I go off
Pull out Nina, she blow off
He caught bullets, he got mossed
I'm in the field, i'm tryna toss
Wanna fuck with the boss? Better pay that cost
He went missin', he got lost
Bullets peeled him, ripped his cloth
We had to chase bro' down like a hawk (Grrahh, grrahh)
(I'm So Slimee)
I jump out with the gun out, ready to run down, he'll get gunned down
Sharp shit, split a nigga hat like Kung Lao
I'm on his head like bust down
I'm in the field like a touchdown
Poppin' shit like confetti, we havin' some fun now
I cross a opp in the streets, make him touch ground
Come thru the West then you goin' uptown
And, I told brodie to hop in that car
We swing thru wildin', this shit a Velar
I bet a opp get rocked like guitar
We catch him today, he won't see tomorrow
Bro outside, tryna pop him a Rari'
Hop out, fye' we aimin' at scaldys
Red tips flyin', tryna peel off a baldy
Hot shit steamin' his face like coffee
I slam at niggas, i'ma flip shit like Jeff Hardy
Draw the tool, no sharpie
Give him shots, Bacardi
I'm on the beat, guaranteed i'ma walk it
I'm bout' to walkdown, i'm goin' off now
I'm really on that
I'll crop a nigga out the picture, it don't matter the format
Step on a opp like he was a floor mat
I'm So Slimee, bitch I don't need borax
Big stick, knockin' down trees like the Lorax
Shots hit his top, shit gave him a full cap
He tried to run, shots give him a full back
(He tried to run, shots give him a full back)
(On bro, fuck?)