Real Slime

Lyrics

[Intro: Slimesito & BeezyB] (2wo2imes) On gang Big gang shit goin' on You know how the fuck we rockin' nigga 50 [Verse 1: BeezyB] I keep a chopstick and I move militant I'm a real slime, be hangin' with amphibians High rankin', all I collect is dividends Bulletproof, nigga I'm feelin' like "many men" Ten chopsticks posted in the minivan I got shooters and they comin' from Pakistan All that pump fakin', he got put in an ambulance I got shooters, wrap em' up in saran You only gangster when yo' ass on the gram' Mafioso, I'm tied in with the fam Fully automatics, they never jam Sendin' bullets, nigga, I feel like I'm Cam [Verse 2: Slimesito] Mafioso, I'm tied in with the fam My gang totin' sticks like we from Iran I'm trained to go, off the rip I'm gon' blam That Glock .40 on me and that shit tanned El Jefe nigga, I'm not no middlеman My shooters whackin' shit like we thе new Klan Posted in the trap, countin' trap bands OG status but I'm not from the land Cooler on that stick, I call it a fan I just fucked your bitch, that hoe is a fan Nigga sippin' but it's not the right brand Beezy with me, that's my right hand man My niggas killin' shit like they in Sudan My partner whack you for a couple them bands I make the call and they hoppin' out vans Just sent a hit now I'm smokin' four grams [Verse 3: BeezyB] I got four glicks, hoppin' out the Porsche Don't run up on me, nigga, you'll get torched At the roundtable, shooters poppin' corks 16 doin' drills in a Ford You can't send no hit, you can't afford Bullets hit him, sent his ass to the morgue Me and my plug on the same accord Walk in the mansion, all you see is blow I souped up the stick, it used to hit slow Greenlight him now he dead on the floor I got shooters and they come from the 4 Extortion gang, even taxin' the store I got mini sticks, I don't gotta' cock it Quickdraw, nigga, I'm feelin' like Harden Reload it, nigga, then drop the cartridge Like NASA, nigga, I keep the rocket [Verse 4: Slimesito] Walkin' around my town just like a prophet 50 band gang, we the main topic Gettin' this work off, I'm countin' that profit Nothin' but them blue hunnids' in my pocket All of my young niggas they outta' pocket Walk down shootin' niggas like paparazzi Got his ass slimed now he need a autopsy My shooter killin' niggas just like some Nazi's I'm with the slimes, they might air out the party That bitch trappin' for me, that's my lil' shawty Sippin' Hi-Tec, I don't drink no Bacardi Ain't talkin' bout' money then you better not call me I just cut that bitch and now she tryna' stalk me Had the FN on me when the opps saw me I know that they plottin' but they will not off me I'm off of these drugs and I look like a zombie In the trap and I'm strapped up with that Tommy Ever since I was young, I been a problem Run up in the trap, get hit with that llama I ain't gon' hesitate, nigga, I'm gon' pop em' [Outro] (2wo2imes)