Slime Shit

Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug] Slatt Ayy, get out your motherfuckin' seat for this one, you know? Slatt Slatt, slatt [Pre-Chorus: Young Thug] Hundred rounds in a Tahoe Nigga, lighting up your tacos, hey Give him surgery, no lipo They don't blame that bitch for pulling you down Pull up to a nigga town I'm prepared to take 'em down [Chorus: Young Thug] Nigga, hey, this that slime shit (Hey) YSL shit (Hey) Killin' twelve shit (Hey) Fuck a jail shit (Hey) Drinking Actavis (Hey) On that snail shit (Hey) Cookin' white bricks (Hey, hey) Bricks and Bales shit (Hey, hey) Bitch, I'm super rich (Woo) Bitch, I'm stupid rich I go ape shit (Hey) Call that Ludacris (Hey, hey) I'm not new to this (Hey) I'm so true to this (Hey) I done put the whole Slime on a hundred licks (Hey, hey) [Verse 1: Yak Gotti] Slime or get slimed (Slatt) Maniac don't have a mind (Yak) These niggas be bitches, a lot of them snitchin' A lot of them droppin' them dimes (You know it) I've come to the point in my life (You know it) That I just want one of my wives (Yeah) I think that I want that new Spider (I think) We rich so I know they dislike us (I know it) I'm so too legit (Yeah) On some Hammer shit Diamonds dancin', bitch, YSL, VVS (Slatt) In the VIP and I got that pistol on my hip (You dig?) You prayin' that you live (You dig?) I'm prayin' that I hit (You dig?) Hey, this that Slime shit (Slatt) Need a Slime bitch (Hey) Compromise shit (Woo) Down to ride shit (Woo) Fuck the police (Fuck 'em) In a high speed (Skrrt) Let her out on Bleve' (Bleve') Let her out on Bleve' (Blatt) [Pre-Chorus: Young Thug & Yak Gotti] Hundred rounds in a Tahoe (Yeah) Nigga, lighting up your tacos, hey Give him surgery, no lipo They don't blame that bitch for pulling you down Pull up to a nigga town I'm prepared to take 'em down [Chorus: Young Thug & Lil Duke] Nigga, hey, this that slime shit (Hey) YSL shit (Hey) Killin' twelve shit (Hey) Fuck a jail shit (Hey) Drinking Actavis (Hey) On that snail shit (Hey) Cookin' white bricks (Hey, hey) Bricks and Bales shit (Hey, hey) Bitch, I'm super rich Bitch, I'm stupid rich I go ape shit Call that Ludacris (Hey, hey) I'm not new to this (Hey) I'm so true to this (Hey) I done put the whole Slime on a hundred licks (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey) [Verse 2: Lil Duke] Got banana clips for all these niggas actin' monkey (These bananas) These niggas amateurs in these streets, they need hooked on phonics Got ten trap spots, stay bunkin', all of 'em doin' numbers They just be talking, I swear these lil' fuck niggas don't want it I ranned up my money and I'm still in the trenches (Ran it up) Workin' calculators, when we fuck with weight we call 'em benches Got Booka Loc and Troupe, they with me (They real neighborhoods) Bangin' Neighborhood 60s (Dig) Tiny Locs, they official (Oh, woah) I get, I get it, I get it, however, I get it, I get it on my own (What?) These percocets, they got me so high, I swear to God I'm in my own damn zone (I'm high) Thousand dollars on cologne All of these extras, I bought me a home (Extras) And it's big like the dome (Yeah) Hold up, country boy callin' my phone (Brrr) And I just sold 'em [Pre-Chorus: Young Thug & Lil Duke] Hundred rounds in a Tahoe Nigga, lighting up your tacos (Duke), hey Give him surgery, no lipo They don't blame that bitch for pulling you down Pull up to a nigga town I'm prepared to take 'em down [Chorus: Young Thug & Peewee Roscoe] Nigga, hey, this that slime shit (Hey) YSL shit (Hey) Killin' twelve shit (Hey) Fuck a jail shit (Hey) Drinking Actavis (Hey) On that snail shit (Hey) Cookin' white bricks (Hey, hey) Bricks and Bales shit (Hey, hey) Bitch, I'm super rich (Woo) Bitch, I'm stupid rich I go ape shit (Hey) Call that Ludacris (Hey, hey) I'm not new to this (Hey) I'm so true to this (Hey, haha) I done put the whole Slime on a hundred licks (Yeah, hey, hey) [Verse 3: Peewee Roscoe] This that Slime shit This that mob shit This that hundred thousand dollars do the job shit Down to die about this rap shit 'cause it's too much money They say we gettin' money, now these niggas actin' funny And they all fake like some bitch titties Tell they bitch another lie 'cause we ain't fuckin' with 'em And they groupie niggas and they ho type Fuck the jail, YSL, this that mob life [Outro: Peewee Roscoe] Yeah, we got these bankrolls on us, we in Vegas Yeah, I ain't goin' back and forth with y'all Hello? Yeah I'ma bet me a hundred thousand tonight, all motherfuckin' hundreds Huh, check, yeah, put me up (Fuck the jail, YSL, this that mob life)