[Intro] Fah, shoot at a nigga in the face behind NBA Believe that (Bah, bah, bah) You already know that be my song (Steppin' in place, nigga) Goddamn, BJ with another one Shoutout to KP for that beat Like I know, know like I know What she say? What she say, she say "Big 4L"? Ayy, ayy, ayy, get on your ass Bboy dripping that
[Verse 1] Ayy, I bet your momma be destroyed, nigga When we send your stupid ass to God For makin' statements, choosing' sides About my beef with them lil' boys I could say I saw it, you could say I was your favorite, nigga Better stay up in your place, bitch Fuck around and get your face split any day, nigga They know I'm a demon, you ain't met the devil until you seen me Yeah, I get 'em hit, we gon' kill a bitch inside of Neiman's for any reason I don't give a fuck 'bout how you treat your body, give a fuck about your cleaning I don't give a fuck about no bitch You could have those hoes 'cause I don't need 'em They know I step on shit, play around with that slime, oh I seen the blues, know you in tune, but how we knock 'em down like dominos YoungBoyLuciano, we pull on side, shoot up the car though Plenty of clips like Leonardo, them slimes go wherever I go
[Chorus] I want his soul, he gon' get it (Get it) I hope you know like I know, gon' die from choosin' sides though I'm smellin' blood and I'm fiendin' (I'm fiendin', I'm fiendin') Bitch, you gon' die and I know, your momma cryin' on front row
[Verse 2] Nigga better ask Blasian about me How we catch 'em bad and take his shit Leave 'em stripped, the police think we raped the bitch Nigga better not play with this And my momma know I'm a demon seed, I'm into facin' shit Hope yo' niggas know not be inside that car soon as that Draco hit Old pussy ass nigga, ain't no coppin' pleas, shouldn't've said shit You ain't gettin' no pass, nigga You gon' rep the same block as that bitch, that's gon' be your ass, nigga Who runnin', duckin' all these sticks I'm lettin' you know I ain't even serious on this bitch, nigga, suck my dick I'm facin' seven years, I ain't known to shed a tear, these niggas dyin' I be the slime, these niggas could click up all they want, bitch crossed that line He posted cars but ain't got more whips than as I, huh? All you hoe-ass niggas together ain't got more millions than AI, huh? On the phone with Stunna, my five Now it's my time, while in the house, reside These niggas feelin' lucky, claim that they thuggin' But know that be my style, scary ass ain't realer than my child Lose or win, bitch, I'm gon' dive if no gun at my side I'm a gangsta and all that claimin' they propopsin', I bet I'll make it stop
[Chorus] I want his soul, he gon' get it I hope you know like I know, gon' die from choosin' sides though I'm smellin' blood and I'm fiendin' Bitch, you gon' die and I know, your momma cryin' on front row
[Verse 3] All these niggas tryna be the biggest rapper While I'm tryna wrap 'em in a body bag With a toe tag and his last meetin' with the pastor I know a nigga who got Instagram and Twitter still ain't tryna master How to play with and you know I play for keeps, know I'll clap you I don't give a fuck, my nigga, just like your friend, you'll bite the dust, nigga Nigga, that ain't blood, you ain't ready to see some brains around the club Them niggas scared, know they can't fuck with us But that's the sides you run with Know my mom and all my sister and all my brothers be on dumb shit I'm a grown-ass man, so on the Internet, I don't post pics I'm too caught up in this thug life, I'm still hidin' from the feds list In my bed I see the interview, and my first thought, man, I said this "Whole industry don't even know me but they still wanna see my head split"
[Break] Huh, these niggas hoes, these niggas know I know You hear me, I don't, I don't think these niggas wanna do it, slime I'm surprised, your parents ain't telling you, you don't wanna do it, slime You heard me, these niggas know how I get down And fuck all these niggas The whole industry don't like me and I don't like all them bitches Believe that, it's gravediggin' 4KTrey, Nawfside 38 We put guns to the face, bitch ass nigga, who gon' die today Free DDawg, hah I don't like none of these niggas, I don't like none of 'em I don't like, I don't like nobody Bitch ass nigga, what you gon' do? You could fuck all of my baby mommas, I don't like them hoes neither Fuck 'em, nigga, fuck 'em
[Chorus] I want his soul, he gon' get it I hope you know like I know, gon' die from choosin' sides though I'm smellin' blood and I'm fiendin' Bitch, you gon' die and I know, your momma cryin' on front row
[Outro] Your momma cryin' on front row, yeah I hope you know like I know Slimeto, get activeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
