At The Show

Lyrics

[Intro] (Haha, what the f—) Uh, oh–yeah (Phew, phew) Comin' through every hood, blowin' up every street (sxprano, we got 'em) Slime, slime-slime, oh–yeah Shit, YPF (Baow) [Chorus] Gotta watch who you with, they'll blow up your spot Thank God everyday, when I make us a lot Pour a eight in that Tris, my cup lookin' nice We snatchin' the opps, we lookin' like ICE Got shit on my mind, man, that nigga fucked up But fans in my dms, keep tellin' me, "Drop" Shit, TMS gang, we not gettin' stopped You know you a bitch, stop blamin' the box [Verse] I'm droppin' shit off, bitch, I feel like I'm Bruce Man, shoutout to Trump 'cause the opps movin' loose I'm keepin' it cute, I done started a wave 1c' to the Strike's, man, I'm thuggin' wit' Xav' You know what they say, man, crime gon' pay She dick eat the opps, man, that bitch gettin' slayed I'ma put on my hood, I'ma go on the run I'm jammin' all day 'cause the night still young They jackin' my swag, they wanna be me Shit, sprayin' like Covid-19 Pain in my verse, man, a nigga went through it When I see lil' Manny, I think about Blu Shit getting hard, better ride wit' your missile Fuck it, we all can come get you Her son just died, man, give her some tissue Ain't tryna make peace, man, I'm blowin' my pistol [Chorus] Gotta watch who you with, they'll blow up your spot Thank God everyday, when I make us a lot Pour a eight in that Tris, my cup lookin' nice We snatchin' the opps, we lookin' like ICE Got shit on my mind, man, that nigga fucked up But fans in my dms, keep tellin' me, "Drop" Shit, TMS gang, we not gettin' stopped You know you a bitch, stop blamin' the box Gotta wa— Gotta watch who you with, they'll blow up your spot Thank God everyday, when I make us a l— Pour a eight in that Tris, my cup lookin' nice We snatchin' the opps, we lookin' like ICE Got shit on my mind, man, that nigga fucked up But fans in my dms, keep tellin' me, "Drop" Shit, TMS gang, we not gettin' stopped You know you a bitch, stop blamin' the box Gotta wa— Gotta watch who you with, they'll blow up your spot Thank God everyday, when I make us a l— (Pour a eight in that Tris) My cup lookin' nice We snatchin' the opps, we lookin' like ICE Got shit on my mind, man, that nigga fucked up But fans in my dms (Keep tellin' me, "Drop") Shit, TMS gang, we not gettin' stopped You know you a bitch, stop blamin' the box [Outro] Oh–yeah Comin' through every hood, blowin' up every street Slime, slime, slime, slime They all fuck wit' the slime shit