BIG SLIME

Lyrics

[Chorus] I'ma load the .40 up, you better be outside Really hope you 'bout it, I'll dare a nigga lie I might light the sky up like the Fourth of July I swear I would hate to have to make a nigga mama cry You ain't really shiesty, and you ain't really 'bout it Try me, I can't wait to toss a nigga like a salad Send me the addy, he asked if I don't want no problems I'ma blow this nigga up, yeah, somethin' like Osama [Verse] I ain't even mean to set him up, my brother sent me to him Pick your whistle up just like a bitch is picking Pikachu That bitch talk too much, I shot at her, what I was 'posed to do? It's choosing season, bitch, it's you and me, and bitch it's gon' be you Don't get caught in traffic, bitch's hands is playing peek-a-boo I'm on big slime, you come for me and I'ma come for you I see eye to eye, you bust on me but I already bust him Nigga tried to sneak me in Atlanta but it wasn't nothing I'm not a hoe but just for that, I'm finna fuck his cousin Bitches stalking me over niggas, I ain't never fuck him I'ma catch a bitch at home alone, guess I'm Macaulay Culkin You was moving pounds for a nigga, and that shit got you busted Why you went to jail for a nigga? He left your ass with nothing Got to be a certain type of bitch try to beef with me All these bitches saying they hate me, but really want to be me Why the fuck you want to be like me? Said I be doing molly Dick so good I gave him money, feel like that nigga robbed me Dick was so good I brought a bitch, I think that nigga tricked me I was on the Xans time and stealing, fingers getting sticky Kim Possible, your nigga calling, nigga tryna bling Bitches got a whole lot to say until these bitches see me When a bitch finally get to see me, these bitches pull a Stevie That's on Jesus sandals, bitches give me the heebie jeebies Nigga have to read the manual, yeah, you is not a man Bitches don't really got bars, y'all lead by my example Smack him in the back of his head, I got him seein' stars Last night I was so high that I was on Mars Nigga said he finna pull up, nigga, in what car? [Chorus] I'ma load the .40 up, you better be outside Really hope you 'bout it, I'll dare a nigga lie I might light the sky up like the Fourth of July I swear I would hate to have to make a nigga mama cry You ain't really shiesty, and you ain't really 'bout it Try me, I can't wait to toss a nigga like a salad Send me the addy, he asked if I don't want no problems I'ma blow this nigga up, yeah, somethin' like Osama I'ma load the .40 up, you better be outside Really hope you 'bout it, I'll dare a nigga lie I might light the sky up like the Fourth of July I swear I would hate to have to make a nigga mama cry