Slimed Out

Lyrics

[Intro] Are you in the mafia? [Verse 1: Beno] Walked in the club Ten, twenty, thirty bitches, dawg, and they thick as fuck Man, they so drunk, man, they fuck as drunk She whispered in my ear, told her turn her up, turn her up Caught an opp in the car, burn it up, burn it up Walkin' out the club, it's the end of the party and I'm throwin' up, throwin' up, uh [Verse 2: Drego] Catch your ass twistin' fingers, what you throwin' up? Uh Catch your ass at the light, Glock throwin' up, throwin' up I pass your bitch a fishbowl, told her to front tuck Free my nigga Lonnie Bands, we was goin' up Paid walked in, lemon cherry got us blowed as fuck Yeah, we all rollin' up, it's like a hundred blunts Bitch, it's gon' take a half a year just to run it up Nigga see me out, yeah, with Mone, you know he Chris Tuck Nigga mistake me for Giannis, all about a buck Yeah, bitch, we came from broad days, we ain't give a fuck [Verse 3: Damjonboi] Heard the opps in that bitch, I'm still showin' up Sprayed the whole gas station, tried to blow 'em up Lights hittin' off the ice, bitches know it's us Damjonboi in this bitch, now it's goin' up Bumped into my lil' blooda on the 8 Poured up in unc' house, blew a 'Wood and got a plate [Verse 4: Beno] Man, lil' bitch, told her bag my shit up The bitch was actin' dumb so I smacked that bitch up Snuck the AR in the club, had to wrap that bitch up [Verse 5: Damedot] Walked in the club Ten, twenty, thirty racks on me, dawg, I'm rich as fuck She whispered in my ear she gon' give it up, give it up I whispered in her ear, "Bitch, I'm a hundred up, hundred up" This VLONE shirt a one of one, one of one She turned around twerkin', smacked her on her butt She tryna take it off, say she burnin' up, burnin' up Now her nipples out and she turnin' up, turnin' up Pull them choppers out, we don't knuckle up, knuckle up Yeah, I know the route, put 'em on a bus [Verse 6: BandGang Paid Will] Yeah, put 'em on a bus She was just a bad bitch, turned her to a slut All I want is the bag, she just wanna fuck We got choppers on them rifles like we hunting ducks Yeah, I'm sipping Akorn, this bitch getting drunk And all a nigga know is run it up We can't have a conversation, you ain't a hundred up All these bitches on my head, they hear I'm bomin' up [Verse 7: ShredGang Mone] Shirt off, you see the Shred tatted on my stomach Ridin' with this Kel-Tec, it got a hundred somethin' And the clip hangin' from it like a Cinnabon Chopper bullets comin' out look like some midgets runnin' Left him on a shitbag when it hit his stomach, pussy [Verse 8: ShredGang Horse] Laptop bag, no computer, it's a Draco in it Sixty shots on it, bro'll paint a nigga I don't say what up 'cause I don't play with niggas Hate rats, why the fuck God make them niggas? Free Stone, only run with them takers, nigga [Verse 9: ShredGang Strap] Shred, and everything heavy Made his time end, knocked a nigga out his Prezi Money Mitch shit, I put slugs in his belly Caught him talkin' on the telephone and left him on telly My shooter set go like he ain't hear the ready Could hide the whole motherfuckin' chop in this Pelle [Verse 10: BandGang Lonnie Bands] Shh, hold on, hold on Bitch, I'm back home, what the fuck you thought? Huh Told the feds I'm deaf as hell, man, I can't talk, huh Heard the opps was celebrating when I got caught, huh I bet they ain't too happy now, they mans knocked off Hey, and they other mans can't walk, hey Walk in the club, watch me turn up, turn up Bitch on the stage tryna fuck fuck Hold on, hold on, and I got my XD tucked tucked And I got my razor on me, bitch, don't get cut cut Huh, gave the lawyer my whole stash, now I'm broke as fuck I ain't gon' lie, you gettin' robbed if you ain't one of us, huh I walk up on a rapper like give it up, give it up Man, I just hope this shit ain't fake as fuck [Verse 11: BandGang Masoe] Hoo, out in Oakland by the deli And we got more blues than the intro to Belly I'm ridin' with a B, this bitch prettier than Shelly Out in Oakland crop shoppin', buyin' whatever they'll sell me Four in one pop, this bitch darker than a Pepsi I love my fiend Lisa, bitch got more money than Leslie Twenty on me now, nigga, Jalen Ramsey I'm somewhere in a tower gettin topped by a fancy Money