Jefe business

Lyrics
[Intro] Yeah You know I'm rich slime cartel life style nigga Yeah, yeah, yeah Fifty Yeah, ClayCo nigga Yeah, yeah Aye [Verse] I'm in the trap and I'm doing them missions Fucking your bitch now you know the hoe missing Trapping the packs and I'm getting commissions Spin his whole block now he tryna' act christian I'm on the block, I'm surrounded by henchmen Switch on the Glock and you know the shit clicking Dark outside but you know my chain hitting All black strap and it's looking like Venom Niggas get shirts, and we do 'em like denim Catch you outside then you know we gon' spin you Tryna' be gang but you know it's not simple I don't make calls but you know they gon' dip you Yo soy the plug, not thе one in the middle Tryna' go to war but you know you too littlе Bruce Wayne shit man I'm sliding like Batman I got them key I ain't talking about Fatman Tryna' get opps, man I'm something like PacMan Pull in your block, might turn this shit to opp-land G19 and it's looking like sandtan Smoking these opps, I ain't smoking on headband Sliming the plug now I got a new F&N Rich Slime Gang man I walk around with ten bands Nigga got popped now his ass like a doormat Got a lil' bitch and she throwing up Rollack I got the racks but I'm looking for more racks So many drills got me missing my old strap Double-Down-Gang man you know I got two straps Try to quickdraw but I know you won't do that I got a plug so you know I got new packs Brand new stick and it's spitting like Ski Mask I'm in the Benz but that shit ain't no C-class Can't find no drop, man, I hope I don't relapse You know I'm still offing them packs I'm from Gangway you know I can't lack Shit on my hip man don't get your ass splat I poured a four in that shit, now it's flat Sliming niggas cause' I don't wanna' trap Serving them pints I ain't serving no crack Fucking your bitch now she acting attached She on the block and she banging that flag I'm in the basa, I need a new tag All of my niggas gon' crash Nigga got robbed, now you know he on Vlad Hit his ass up, man, you know it got bad Got three clips but I need some more mags Got 5-6 now I need a new stash Been had guap since a nigga was bash Ever since then man a nigga had bags Try to run up then we giving out shit bags I'm in a foreign I'm hitting that dash You up the fire then you know I shot back I'm real slime, I be setting up traps Outside with my gun and my racks Eye for eye so I'm spinning right back Military 'cause the way I got straps Rich Slime and you know it's all facts [Outro] Blatt, blatt You know what the fuck going on
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- Slimesito