4Slime

Lyrics

[Part I] [Intro] Yeah Huh (Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?) Huh, shh [Chorus] Slime, Slime, Slime, you's a cold-heart nigga Slime, Slime, Slime, I'm a stone-cold killer Slime, Slime, Slime, you's a cold-heart nigga Slime, Slime, Slime, I'm a stone-cold killer, Slime [Verse] I put 'bows and feet on a nigga Play with me, I step on you, nigga Love your chain, I like the way it swing (Like the way it swing) Look how them diamonds hit, they callin' me, callin' my name (My name) I'm having back-flashes, I'm thinkin' 'bout times with the gang (The gang) Now I just look in the mirror, damn, I'm thе nigga with them chains Damn, I'm the nigga with the famе (With the fame) Damn, I remember had the flame (The flame, yeah) God done changed everything (Thank God, yeah) I fuck a bitch and then she out my mind (Out my mind) Give back shots, you know I break her spine (Her spine) Look at this AP, I don't got time (No time) I'm chasin' money, money on my mind (My mind) You should do the same and get on your grind (Your grind) Instead of lookin' for the super slime (Slimy) [Part II] [Verse] You havin' guap, bitch? (Guap) You got your Glock, bitch? (Glock) You gettin' popped, shit (Pop) You gonna drop, shit (He drop) Dog is an opp, bitch (An opp) He gotta drop then (They drop) We do not pop shit (Don't pop) Y'all know we kill shit (We'll kill 'em) Poppin' your shit (Poppin') They broke as fuck, damn, you too rich You see what the money do, bitch (Bitch) They play with you, put 'em on shirt Put 'em in the dirt, trigger finger work (Yeah) Sellin' my merch like it's work (Uh-huh) Came a long way from the dirt (Ooh) God done blessed me, put in the work (Big God, Big God, had to go so hard) Dive in the streets, I was ready, I'm street smart Play with your gang, I was playing with pistols I'm ridin' a hotbox, totin' a big Glock Hop out and kick-door, I know the pump fake Uppin' my Glock, man, that bitch gonna pop Bottom my Glock, man, you know it's a glizzy (Know it's a glizzy) I got your ho and she suck on my glizzy Pop one, pop two, bitch gon' get busy Fuck you, I'm done, through, I got no feelings Let me get in that pussy, I can feel it Plenty fish in the sea, don't like it fishy Go brush your teeth, in her mouth like a dentist I'm keeping my extended No type of slippin' when I slip up in it Slippin' and slide out that pussy, I'm finished Name off the list Another name my list, bitch Another chain, I'm goin' big Another fifty on my wrist You gotta add a dollar in Believe that (Believe that, believe that, believe that) When I pop out with that new shit, you see that (Slime) [Part III] [Chorus] Slime, Slime, Slime, you's a cold-heart nigga Slime, Slime, Slime, I'm a stone-cold killer Slime, Slime, Slime, you's a cold-heart nigga Slime, Slime, Slime, I'm a stone-cold killer, Slime