Bruh play that joint from the top come on
Slime, slime, comin' through every hood, blowin' up every street
Comin' through every hood, blowin' up every street
Damn
Oh yeah
Damn
You want you some money, I'ma make you a runner
We don't fuck wit no rats we would have been smoked gunna
Bitch all on my dick and she get on my nerves
This car too fast, they gotta bring out the bird
Cuz lookin' too sweet man, you doggin' the whip
If the car pull wrong on my soul i'ma hit
What I made in an hour, you made in a week
Ruth Chris, ain't nothin', that shit still cheap
He got hit with some shit man he fell on his face
That lil' shit light, I did ten on the chase
I'm doggin' this bitch and I fucked up her lace
Man niggas be cappin', I don't hear what they say
These hoes ain't nothin', that nigga been pimpin'
Cuz lovin' a yak made a name in the kitchen
I'm always on 10 man I stay with my gun
Bout to cop me a log, bout to wire the funds
I know that y'all hurt, y'all keep takin' them meals
Sweet talk to a bitch like I'm talkin' on Grailled
We hop out the car, we look like the jumpas
They lovin' my shit man, they lovin' my number
He know that he wrong, man he not for the men
Two bands, ain't nothin', that's a new CPN
He stuck in the past, he keep talkin' bout dumps
If the bitch head good, she could get what she want
Man I'm up in Tysons, I'm shoppin' for shit
That boy on a date, smoke came in this bitch
He thought with his dick, and got hit in his head
I'm fly shit drippin' I feel like I'm Greg
Keep makin' up shit, I don't know what you sayin'
I know it's fucked up, I just sold her a drink
You can't join us, you can't be with the team
My grandma the plug, she stay with Codeine
Oh yea
