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huh? come on
wait, huh? uh

i do this sh-t with no pressure (no pressure)
run up the back ends and put up the extra
you cannot step with the steppers (steppers)
you can’t put dirt on a n-gga that’s clean
you cannot run up and check us (check us)
i’m with the slime, my twin, he bleed
got 25 shooters in a sprinter (grrr)
brought brand new tecs, big glocks and beams (huh)

i could make a movie, make a scene (yeah)
i put the glock on repeat (huh)
only amiri the jeans (yeah)
it hurt my glock when i lean (oh, yeah)
come here, lil’ b-tch, don’t talk (don’t talk)
come here, lil’ b-tch, don’t speak (don’t speak)
look at my drip when i walk (walk)
slimey like thugger and wheez’, uh

i left that b-tch in the back
then jumped in a ‘rari, then hopped in these streets (skrrt)
i’m on my way to the stu’
i’m geekin’ off meds like who wanna lean? (huh?)
lil’ n-gga get to the breesh (the breesh)
can’t f-ck with that b-tch ’cause she treesh (she treesh)
in three weeks we took back the streets
f-ck all the opps and police

slime, yeah, yeah (woo), yeah (stop), yeah (spider)
yeah (huh), yeah (yeah), yeah (slime), yeah
bentley ashtray and it’s just for the guts (uh)
don’t you try cum in it sl-t (uh, uh, uh)
i put a four in a a and a w and i’ve been sippin’ on suds (uh, uh, uh)
all three of my carti’s got ice on the bezels (yeah)
sh-t came from the trenches (woo)

you speak on my name and it came with the pressure (and what?)
we started destruction (yeah)
i flew the b-tch in way out from australia (yeah), the global express (on god)
i told the lil’ n-gga don’t come with them messages, ’cause we k!ll the messenger (huh)

my b-tch got the drac’ with the beam (huh, huh)
400k large on her rings (that’s right)
half a mil’, don’t you tell what you seen (huh, huh)
i’ma boss up the street, hoe, you sh-ttin’ me?
how your jet land at john f. kennedy? (shmoney)
it’s a 16 passenger genie (yeah)
hold it down with this hoe, bro, you’re k!lling me
shawty belong to the street-neet-neets (woah)

we gonna make us a scene
i send my dawg, check out the scene (woah)
i can’t even hide from the hoe
all of this water, ice on my ring (woah)
don’t get beside yourself
when you see king, p-ssy hoe speak (uh)
i rock designer belts
not neither one of them wrestling things

i do this sh-t with no pressure (no pressure)
run up the back ends and put up the extra
you cannot step with the steppers (steppers)
you can’t put dirt on a n-gga that’s clean
you cannot run up and check us (check us)
i’m with the slime, my twin, he bleed
got 25 shooters in a sprinter (grrr)
brought brand new tecs, big glocks and beams (huh)

i could make a movie, make a scene (yeah)
i put the glock on repeat (huh)
only amiri the jeans (yeah)
it hurt my glock when i lean (oh, yeah)
come here, lil’ b-tch, don’t talk (don’t talk)
come here, lil’ b-tch, don’t speak (don’t speak)
look at my drip when i walk (walk)
slimey like thugger and wheez’
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