Lyrics: Jjhenus Lysksni
Music: Jjhenus Lysksni
And I do this for my parents, yeah
I swear they can’t stand us, I swear they can’t stand us (Bih-bih)
And I had my blam tucked, walk down on my man's, yeah (Uh-huh)
I see you lackin', put your hands up (Yeah, yeah)
I catch him lackin' (Lackin'), with his pants down (Slime)
Hi-5, pour up red (Pour), he a bloodhound (Slime)
With my brotha, catch him from the dead, what you want now? (What you want?)
In my pocket, I got hella dead guys, put the phone down
Can't answer the phone now, 'cause I'm, pfft, up
Better have that shit up 'fore you get sent through the ceilin', yeah
Yeah, I walked in with that shit
Bet I won’t throw fit, I know I'ma make it
Foreign ho, get naked
Got that pack, and we take it
got racks, Bottega, YSL, that’s my flavor
I'm with slime kickin' shit (We gon' be okay)
Lil' Glock, muzzle potato
Hop out blind with a stick (Yah), that shit gon' see you later (Yeah)
Tell that ho I'm the mayor (Mayor), flex up 'cause I get paid (Skrrt, skrrt)
I was swervin' in that Jeep just like yesterday- (Bih', bih', wooh, ah)
I will not tell your ho "Hey", sign a deal, bitch, I get paid (Paid)
You be stuck up in your ways (Yeah), double cup help me escape (Ay)
I pour red for my slime
What made you think you can come take mine? x5