เพลง Slime-U-Out (feat. 21 Savage) (Explicit)

Slime-U-Out (feat. 21 Savage) (Explicit) - Shy Glizzy/21 Savage

Lyrics by：Marquis Amonte King/Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph/Christian J. Ward

Jefe on the track

Yeah

Hitmaka

Yeah yeah

Young jefe homes

Million if they come in

Hit the spot I got tunnel vision

Ah

My lil' hitta bustin' out the car

Hit you with precision

Bah bah bah

Pray I don't have to send his a*s to God so I open listen

Oh Lord

Thirty shots I'm bustin' at his top

Ain't no way I'm missin'

Thirty thirty brr

All my n***as trap we gettin' money

Let that glizzy out

Get money

Move my dawg to L.A. on the run

He let that fifty out

Brr

You ain't gettin' money **** them *******

What you livin' for

Oh

Money makin' jefe

But I slime you out like Alpo

Yes sir

I wasn't gon' take your *****

But I guess she think I'm cooler

Ooh

I don't **** with *****-a*s n***as

Every n***a 'round me shooters

Yes sir

I rob a n***a for a hundred take it to the jeweler

Ooh

***** this a Richard Mille

We don't rock no Franck Mullers

Richard Mille

I **** with n***as a little

But I don't bring 'em where I stay

I don't

I'm too big for my hood

But I still be there everyday

Big Glizz

Sometimes I gotta go slide

Just to let 'em know I don't play

Oh

They think that I'm a rapper

I'll take their a*s away

Hahahaha

I be with them choppas *****

Send they a*s them packages

Woo

Got a ***** who black and rich

Oh

I think she immaculate

Oh oh

These n***as be talkin' it

Yo

They be on some cappin' ****

Godd**n

Got my Glock glued to my hip

Godd**n

I don't do no lackin' *****

Godd**n godd**n

Million if they come in

Hit the spot I got tunnel vision

Yah

My lil' hitta bustin' out the car

Hit you with precision

Boom boom boom

Pray I don't have to send his a*s to God so I open listen

Oh Lord

Thirty shots I'm bustin' at his top

Ain't no way I'm missin'

Thirty thirty brr

All my n***as trap we gettin' money

Let that glizzy out

Yeah

Move my dawg to L.A. on the run

He let that fifty out

Oh 21

You ain't gettin' money **** them *******

What you livin' for

Ooh

Money makin' jefe

But I slime you out like Alpo

21 21 21

Switch on my Glock

They know how we rock

I ain't got no opps all they a*s popped

They say they gon' spin I know that they not

Filled 'em up with hollows

He said they was hot

Double back again we ain't done

We finna smack his friend

Rock out with my twin speak on my brother

Your **** get splat again

4L 'til the end what they ridin' in

I think a Benz

Broad day we spin

Jump in the box and we gone in the wind

Everybody act like they got milk

**** we got revenge

I don't ever walk inside no church

'Cause I'm committin' sins

Keep on talkin'

We gon' make a frown up out of that grin

*****-a*s opp won't even get on live

He got shot in his chin

21

Million if they come in hit the spot

I got tunnel vision

Ah

My lil' hitta bustin' out the car

Hit you with precision

Bah bah bah

Pray I don't have to send his a*s to God so I open listen

Oh Lord

Thirty shots I'm bustin' at his top

Ain't no way I'm missin'

Thirty thirty brr

All my n***as trap we gettin' money

Let that glizzy out

Get money

Move my dawg to L.A. on the run

He let that fifty out

Brr

You ain't gettin' money

**** them ******* what you livin' for

Oh

Money makin' jefe

But I slime you out like Alpo

Yes sir