Mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm
Rrrahh (Mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm)
(Bow)
(Grrahh, grrahh)
(Rrahh-rrahh)
(Blttt, bow)
(Grr-rrahh)
Lil5iveten, Lil5iveten
Im So Slimee
Like Mario, I got oneup in the head
Draw the stick, i'ma fill him with led like a pencil
Bitch, i'ma erase him
Walkdown, let shit spray, I ain't mace him
This shit on my lap would have a nigga racin'
Bullets'll tag his ass when I chase him
He couldn't run, it wasn't no escapin'
Standover, shoot til' it click, no stapler
He'll get cooked with the heat, i'ma bake him
This hot shit leave him fried like bacon
I'm a chef, cook shit with no apron
This big chop turn a nigga to steak-ems
We got banana clips, goin' ape shit
Like motion, we really shake shit
Wearin' a vest, you could still get a face lift
On bro, you could still get ya face hit
Faceshot, they can't give info
Give bro' the okay, ten-fo
Ride thru they hood, crash out like a endo
Better pop that door, fuck a window
Tell bro' "speed up" like a tempo
Stick put him below, limbo
And this clip long, limo
Bet when I shoot, shit kick like Jindo
And he got clapped, if you know then you know
Took off his head, he ain't know where to go
Stay out that water, i'm sprayin' these hoes
I'll whip out the heater, leave a nigga froze
Let it sneeze at you from the nose
You'll get packed and flipped like a O'
You'll get tagged, tryna go toe-to-toe
Dot on ya shit like Tic-Tac-Toe
Then, leave a X' on ya facial
Wanna be blunt? Well, bitch i'ma face you
Shit got a leg like a table
Put the chop on his head, it split like a bagel
I'll leave a nigga unstable
Lil5iveten, i'm stamped like a label
Bitch, we got tools like we some mechanics but you could still get jumped, no cables
And you think you the plug? These bullets connect
I'll put the piece on ya chess
Like Nike, make a nigga checkout
Wanna dance with the stomperz? Step out
Walk up, make a nigga step down
Got a nigga brain on the steps now
Bullets spread, leave his body stretched out
I'ma hop out the V', get him X'd out
Do him right, leave his body left out
He ain't have no gun when he left out
Tried to walk but he ain't have the best route
Baeboy went up the wrong road
Got hit out his shoes, bullets took his soul
Fuck a stripper, I dance with the pole
Leave his face like crocs, give him 13 holes (Swag)
That nigga thinkin' he bold, i'll put his ass in the ceiling like mold
On the wrong page, he'll get scrolled
I'll put the tips on shit like a cone
Two-twenty-threes, shit fuck up ya bones
This shit loud, bitch lower ya tone
Like, I don't wanna chat on the phone
Talk on the browser, get hit with the chrome
That boy wanna put on a show then i'm closin' his curtains
I'll fuck around, do a lil nigga dirty
I'ma wash shit clean, detergent
Aim at his head, it's wrap a like turban
Bitch
(Aim at his head, it's wrap a like turban)
(Damn, come thru swervin')
(All black in a suburban, bitch)
(Grrahh, rrahh
(Rrahh-rrahh)