[Verse 1] Yeah, playin' with my nutsack Scratchin' on this crack where I had to hide my Glock at Cops tryna catch me, I might pop that Fuck 'em, tryna catch 'em down bad, where them opps at? Nigga tryna catch me slippin', nigga I'm gon' empty Got that Glock on me, you know that bitch there hold 'bout fifty Pull up on these niggas, yeah that bullshit, know I'm with it And I love these freaky hoes, slimeball he love these bitches Where them nat nat nat nats, give me neck neck I just wanna hit you front he back and slap that I just want some head lil mama, might give you some bread Later on I'm gone, bitch don't call my phone, uh huh Mister slimeball the boss like Corleone, uh huh I get a nigga shot, get a nigga gone, uh huh All about that money, all of my niggas 'bout they skrilla Catch a nigga down bad, ooh young nigga gon' and kill 'em We don't play with nobody, everybody 'bout catching a body Bodies on bodies, nigga we'll kill everybody All these niggas talkin' 'bout it, they ain't 'bout it Feel like Master P, but I really want big bank nigga Pull up on these lame ass niggas in that tank nigga Got your bitch on my dick, yeah she faint nigga When she see the slimeball, bitch it's boss You know these hoes love to lick my balls
[Interlude] Hahaha, hahaha, yeah Scratchin' on my nutsack Yeah bitch (tell 'em slime) okay Okay
[Verse 2] Soon I came in I had my motherfuckin' mask on Nigga tried to move, fuck that shit, he got blast on Told that pussy nigga he better not fuckin' move First nigga move I'ma give his ass the blues Twelve lookin' for me, slimeball didn't leave no clues Yellow tape, closed case, make his mama faint Murder rate raised up, bitch I'm from EA You know how I play, rob a AK47 EA Shoot a motherfucker in his face, ooh that's a cold case I don't really pay with these niggas, I just spray at these niggas I be ridin' through these streets with a K with me nigga Ain't nobody fuckin' safe nigga Run up in your house, empty the safe nigga
[Interlude] (what else slime?) Hahaha, I don't know
[Verse 3] Back in the kitchen, yeah we countin' up this skrilla Rippin' up this cocaine, me and all my niggas All these motherfuckin' convicted felons, we flexin' on these niggas Why they flexin', why they motherfuckin' stressin' All this goddamn money, I swear to god god gave me a blessing I be flexing on these niggas, no fraud I be fucking all these bitches, more broads You ain't gettin' no money nigga, you a fraud, huh
[Outro] What else, what else ho, what else I don't what else Fuck it, fuck it let's do it (Bermuda shit, get you killed out in the street) Ok, yeah, I like that Bermuda shit nigga, get you killed out here in these streets, bitch That's on gang bitch Yeah nigga, yeah, huh Itchy nutsack What the fuck happened to the rest of it? that was it?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
