Lyrics

[Intro: Ruben Slikk] Slikk, Slikk, Slikk, codeine Slikk, Slikk (Finance, finance, finance) Slikk, Slikk, Slikk, codiene Y'all need to ease up [Chorus: Ruben Slikk] They talking 'bout some ana, see me then they freeze up If you knew me like I know me you would ease up Get your mind off other niggas, get your cheese up Get your mind off other niggas, get your cheese up They talking 'bout some ana, see me then they freeze up If you knew me like I know me you would ease up Get your mind off other niggas, get your cheese up Get your mind off other niggas, get your cheese up [Verse 1: Ruben Slikk] Fuck niggas actin' like babies Can't say the same, nigga ride Mercedes You lame ass niggas outdated How you fuckin' ho's when your dope fugazi? CSBG trap navy Mobbin' on them others [?] Wrist game made the kid famous Cocaine got my body goin' through changes Ain't no registration on the stainless Dome shots make your death quick and painless All because you really loved the bitch She done lined your ass up, she don't want your payments I don't wanna catch any diseases Got everything but head like Beavis I put it in her titty, flexed up on a ho Drip a k wad on her cleavage [?] it ain't no secret I took it from your ho and a nigga gon' keep it Sippin' Philly [?] on blow Twelve actin' like they know but they really can't see me Bitch bought the kid a new banger I put all high fashion on her hangers Livin' life so damn dangerous I'll really wet ya up 'cause a nigga ain't famous [Chorus: Ruben Slikk] They talking 'bout some ana, see me then they freeze up If you knew me like I know me you would ease up Get your mind off other niggas, get your cheese up Get your mind off other niggas, get your cheese up They talking 'bout some ana, see me then they freeze up If you knew me like I know me you would ease up Get your mind off other niggas, get your cheese up Get your mind off other niggas, get your cheese up [Verse 2: Lofty305] Posh gangster pimps mackin' ho's on some global shit Stupid ass bitch shoulda known I wasn't no vocalist Bitch, I'm on some other shit, grab your fuckin' titties quick Then dip to the corner store, go and cop a zip From my nigga Robbie [?] nah I ain't say shit Yeah, you know we trappin' bitch, yeah, you know it's automatic Pimpin' game immaculate, yeah, these bitches gotta have it So they grabbin' on my dick, them coochie lips, I'm finna stab it Doin' what I'm talkiun' 'bout, livin' what I'm rappin' 'bout I ain't like your other nigga, bitch, I don't be actin' out When I go out up in public, I will hold you down Now you is my ho, girl, yeah, I'm finna hold you down, yeah