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[Intro: Slimesito] 50 You know I'm doubled down right now Posted up on Gangway 50'd up Aye [Verse 1: Slimesito] I'm servin' the bricks, yeah, I got it in order I'm up in D.C. and I'm servin' that water Had to meet the Mexican right there by the border Takin' shit off, nigga, this a new world order Got a couple Spanish bitches, they out in Flordia Got a lot of plata on me just like a foreigner House by the beach, yeah that shit by the water I soup up my whip, nigga, then I upgrade my motor I soup up my stick, nigga I got the world on my shoulder Big ass Glock on my hip, ain't doin' no holster [Verse 2: BeezyB] We rollin' these niggas, I ain't talkin' coaster I'm rockin' LV, I don't rock no Gosha I'm hoppin' out foreigns and that Testarossa I'm with real slimes and I hang with vultures Cross this line then you gon' get murdered I hit them bricks, I hit it with the sulfur I'm crossin' niggas out like I'm playin' rugby I wrap them keys up then I gotta' smuggle them I'm still servin' plays with your baby mother I spin the block once, you ain't go no further Stick hit his brain, turn it to a Gusher VVS diamonds lookin' like some clusters So many sticks, damn near got cluttered We gon' tie his ass up, hang him from the gutter I'm a clutch shooter, shootin' at the buzzer Niggas gettin' rolled on [?] [Verse 3: Slimesito] I'm servin' these niggas but I ain't no usher I got five traps, yeah I'm havin' structure You better watch out clutchin' cause you know I'll bust you Blat, all my choppers came from Russia I only trust Glocks, nigga I can't trust you I'm totin' two Glocks on a antique sofa I'm sendin' them hits now I feel like Sosa I stay with them vets, I ain't tryna coach ya' These niggas get smoked, do em' like Mimosa Them bodies lump up, nigga like a toaster I'm partin' that red sea, like I'm Noah I'm servin' them bags and I'm servin' yola Them hollow tips sprayin' faster than some cobra That chop bang two times like it's Sosa [Verse 4: BeezyB] These niggas be weak and I know they green I'm clutchin the Glock and I'm servin' fiends I got dog food and I'm servin' clean I upped that stick, I spread it like some oil sheen That nigga got burnt, we left him in ravine I been in hot shit since I was a teen I'm shootin' that hook shot like Kareem I been in the game like Jimmy Iovine Try to run off then them bullets gon' steam I beat him with a bat, I'm feelin' like Sting Bitch I'm in the mob, I ain't need no team You the puppet and I'm pullin' the strings I'm sticked up slidin', rollin' off a bean These niggas be weak, I think they need some zinc I fucked a white bitch and that pussy pink I cook up bricks then put em' in the sink [Outro: BeezyB] Yeah, on gang