In Atlanta with some organic Pussy man I smoke that organic Fendi down I'm smoking organic Die Lit F&N I'm smokin' F&N, I'm smoking organic She bent down, she need some more breath I got smoke all in the air Fuck this up and you get left, yeah AP on my fucking left Stack it up right on the shelf Your bitch look familiar I got drip, I let it walk I got cash, I let it walk I'ma do this by myself On that jet by-by myself I touch down and shoot the gas tank, uh yeah I touch down and get my fingers wet My bitch getting G.O.A.T. head (hold up) Riding 'round on moped My bitch off the Percocet Pop that bean and count them dead, uh Yeah she suck me, I can't feel my legs My bih yucky, she don't use no hands (hold up) Dancefloor with the diamonds dancing Dancefloor with the diamonds dancing That why you can't buy them bags In L.A. I smoke that gas In L.A. I link with slatt That bitch wit' you, she gave you back I fucked that bitch then gave her back I nut on her she make me 'lax That gun on me I cannot lack Your bitch right, she got it clapped You can die for yours boy, you get clapped I took that lil' boy right off of the map We killed that boy right here, right in the trap I love my lean, I fucked around, relapsed I fucked that bih, she running 'round in laps You touch down in my city, you better tap That bih right here, she know she gotta tap I've seen that bitch run round in Nudy's 'Cat That bitch with me and now she on that pad I'm in southside, and I'm weighing the crack I'm in southside, and I got the gat I'm in southside, and I hang with blatt I'm in southside, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Too much lean, too much ice (hold up) One more pint, one more pint Too much lean, too much ice One more pint, one more pint One more pint, one more pint One more pint, one more pint Too much lean, too much ice One more pint, one more pint

Yeah, bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home She a loyal bitch, you gotta pay for those She a spoiled lil' bitch, I bought her all her clothes You know I treat you good, I don't wanna meet your hoes I took you out the hood, I took you to my shows We took a lot of pics and now we look like goals We tried some new things, we fucked a couple hoes You changin' mood swings, you got me, I don't know We gettin' back in, walked through the back door You had some surgeries, but it's still fat, though You like the cash, girl, you helped the cash grow You drive a Lambo' with some leg room Girl, I'm waitin' on you, bring that bag home, ooh Yeah, bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home She don't play with bitches, she don't play with hoes Yeah, she with the shits, she might kill a ho, yeah If it's 'bout Yung Carti, yeah, my bitch on go When she on that molly, anything goes She was in Miami on a fuckin' boat With some ball players, she left them niggas broke She just text my phone, told me, "I'm alone" I respond back, "When you comin' home?" She respond back, "I was in my zone" The money counter on, the money counter on Uh, hold up, what you talkin' 'bout? Come here Girl, I'm waitin' on you, bring that bag home, ooh Yeah, bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home

And you know it Do what you 'posed to (COUPE) Yeah Shroomies Got me on the moony (Got me on the moony) Yeah, you know them drugs Know how you be on them motherfuckers, them motherfuckers really just take you away What a motherfuckin' great feeling (Take you away), you know what I'm sayin'? They just take you away, take you away Every time, no lie, I promise you Every paper I'm rollin' up, I'm stuffin' it, puffin' that bitch, three-five And I'm in the trap and I'm just spinnin' my wrist on the pot My double cup is filled up in this bitch, you know I'm super high Got four hoes in this bitch and they gon' ride with me like do or die I'm all about my papеr, nigga, if it ain't 'bout money (Yeah) Don't call my phone, I'm in thе trap, I'm tryna get some money (I'm tryna get some money) Yeah, I'm in this bitch, I'm boolin' Sellin' heroin to these junkies as they overdose instead of shootin' These Percocets'll keep 'em rooted (Uh-huh) You got them hoes, they makin' movies You in this bitch and steady movin' You on the shrooms, you steady chewin' Steady walkin' on the moon You do the moonwalk in that ho, she wanna fall off in the room Good afternoon, wake her up, the D long, still in the mood Yeah, bitch done fell in love with a goon She say her last nigga wasn't the move She see big slime, she in that mood Yeah, it ain't nothin' new So many hoes, they do come through I'm with the gang, they bring the crew I'm poppin' shit, that's what I do And you ain't lit, you can't be cool Don't kill my vibe, don't turn the mood (Don't kill my vibe, don't turn the mood) I'm booted motherfuckin' up, you feel me? Come take you a sh— take you a shroomy, take you a shroomy Let that shit just take you away What them drugs do? Tell 'em what them drugs do to you, they just take you away Make you feel good, make you feel better, every time I'm on it, it just take me away Gotta roll 'em up, gotta have 'em and I smoke it and I won't pass, it take me away (I need it) Yeah, mmm Mary Jane, Mary Jane, you my favorite (You my favorite) Growin' up in the hood, you had saved me (You had saved me) I remember when them times I couldn't take it (I couldn't take it) I used to lose my mind, you showed me patience (You showed me patience) I just wanna thank you, I don't wanna blame you (Yeah) I just wanna take you, can you let me face you? (Yeah) Let your ho come put me to sleep and I can't complain (I can't complain) Bitch, just chase the money, you know me, it's not a thing (It's not a thing) I got you (I got you), give me a reason to spin this shit, I got you (I got you) Give me a reason to kill that shit, I got you (I got you) But I will never leave my bitch, what 'bout you? (What 'bout you?) Nah. I will never leave my bitch, what 'bout you? Can't leave Mary, Yeah Let that shit just take you away What them drugs do? Tell 'em what them drugs do to you, they just take you away Make you feel good, make you feel better, every time I'm on it, it just take me away Gotta roll 'em up, gotta have 'em and I smoke it and I won't pass, it take me away (I need it) Yeah, mmm

Damn, them diamonds they hittin' (they hittin') Damn, them diamonds they hittin' (they hittin') Damn, them diamonds they hittin' (they) Damn, them diamonds they (they hit) (Coupe) Paper, I get a lot of Bad hoes, I fuck a lot of 'em Pull out my dick, y'all gonna swallow I got them racks, she fuck with no problems, yeah Keepin' my gun, and we problem solve 'em Guess in case we gotta problem (yeah) All of this money I drop on they head, the money gon' Solve the problem (uh-huh, yeah) Yeah EA, Zone 6 run this bitch, ayy, bitch, I'm big shawty You will never catch me slippin' without my gun, I keep That big forty White chalked a lot of niggas for doin' that fake ass Gangsta bitch talkin' How many niggas you know got they porch in their hood And they motherfuckin' still talkin'? (Slime, slime) Goddamn big slime, hang with the goons and robbers Really don't call me that much for no problems Grippin' on my nuts, that bitch got my choppa Shootin' up shit, man, I'll kill it no problem Born a villain, became a robber Takin' your heart away, shit not a problem Who want some smoke with me? Bitch, it's a problem I got 'em Back outside I'm with it Youngin', I'm ridin' switches I ain't stuntin' these bitches All these hoes golddiggin' I came from nothin', lil' nigga, came from rags to riches Swear to God I was so broke, used to be at Jcpenney (damn) Now youngin' throw me a penny You know a thousand is a penny to me Just to let you know Paper, I get a lot of Bad hoes, I fuck a lot of 'em Pull out my dick, y'all gonna swallow I got them racks, she fuck with no problems, yeah Keepin' my gun, and we problem solve 'em Guess in case we gotta problem (yeah) All of this money I drop on they head, the money gon' Solve the problem (uh-huh, yeah) Yeah EA, Zone 6 run this bitch, ayy, bitch, I'm big shawty You will never catch me slippin' without my gun, I keep that big forty White chalked a lot of niggas for doin' that fake ass Gangsta bitch talkin' How many niggas you know got they porch in their hood And they motherfuckin' still talkin'? (Big Slime) Goddamn runnin' this bitch and I'm ballin' Step through the hood, man I walk in them Loubs Spendin' all these racks on these motherfuckin' shoes Get your bitch fucked when she see all them blues Play with a real one, you know you gon' lose (Lose, yeah, damn) Anyway bitch, you don't know what to do (anyway) Pop one with your friend, make them hoes choose Get them together, it's a move (vibe) Killin' that pussy, I'm gon' (slide) Back in the hood where you know it's a vibe I'm in Zone 6, bitch, the eastside Thots outside, and my shooters outside Trappin' all day, you can come get a pack Lookin' like a lick, you can meet me in the back Sweet ass nigga, take 'em all like that (take 'em all, take 'em all) This gang shit, no lame shit (yeah, uh-huh) We dangerous (yeah), yeah, we dangerous (yeah, we dangerous) Yeah, what you thinkin'? (What? What?) Must be crazy (must be crazy, nigga) They ain't tell you about this shit, nigga? (They ain't tell you?) Paper, I get a lot of Bad hoes, I fuck a lot of 'em Pull out my dick, y'all gonna swallow I got them racks, she fuck with no problems, yeah Keepin' my gun, and we problem solve 'em Guess in case we gotta problem (yeah) All of this money I drop on they head, the money gon' Solve the problem (yeah, handle him) Yeah EA, Zone 6 run this bitch, ayy, bitch, I'm big shawty You will never catch me slippin' without my gun, I keep that big forty White chalked a lot of niggas for doin' that fake ass Gangsta bitch talkin' How many niggas you know got they porch in their hood And they motherfuckin' still talkin'? Ooh Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah That type shit Yeah

Yeah, we just say that, we goin' with the flow, that's how we do, we can go at it right now (Pussy-ass nigga) (Naestro on the track) Pussy (Pussy-ass nigga) Damn Yeah, yeah, yeah, turn up, fuck nigga Turn up, fuck nigga What you thought, you the only one strapped, pussy-ass nigga? (Hahaha) Fuck nigga, yeah (Haha, pussy-ass nigga pulled his strap out on me) You see this big-ass strap on me, pussy-ass nigga Big Glock (Hahaha) Yeah, nigga, that lil'-bitty-ass Glock, nigga You a bitch, nigga Yeah (Yeah, EA-ski, I run this shit, nigga) Bitch-ass nigga with a lil'-bitty Glock (Lil'-bitty Glock), he ain't gon' shoot shit (Damn) How the fuck you ain't got one in the head? (What the fuck?) Know you ain't doin' shit (Nah) Niggas ain't totin' they guns, scared of the feds, Slime ain't doin' it (Never) Bitch, I keep it on me (Yeah), who the fuck want it? (Yeah) With this chopper chopper, show these bitches I am don dada (Don dada) Shootin', killin' pussy niggas, that's my fuckin' problem (That's my fuckin' problem) I like to pull my mask down and fuckin' rob 'em (I got 'em) My mama always said I need to chill, I got a problem (I can't) Now mama, listen to me, I just fell in love with the chopper (Fell in love with the stick) Pussy nigga ain't even play with me, nigga tried one of my partners (Tried one of my partners) So you know what your son do, man, I pull up and I pop 'em (Pull up and I pop 'em) Fell in love with the poppin' (Yeah) I ain't had no fuckin' papa (Had no fuckin' papa, you know it) But I got niggas listen to me like I'm dad (Like I'm dad) So my gang about these streets, (Yeah) these niggas would never understand (Never understand) Losing the war? Shit, Slime wouldn't understand (I ain't never lost one, nigga) Got so many choppers in this bitch, it feel like Afghanistan (Feel like Afghanistan) I'm dressed in all black (Yeah), I'm robbin', no Batman (No Batman) I should've been a bald head, they call me the hitman (Call me the hitman) You know I ain't got no problem usin' this stick, man (Usin' this stick, man) I got so much money, I can call up stickman (Ayy, stickman, pull up and kill him) He killin' shit, he aim, he don't miss nothin' (Nothin') I guess his aim, it must be connected to the money (Connected to the money) 'Cause 'bout that money, man, this shit get locked in (Shit get locked in) Put his aim on you (Yeah), he gon' pop until you end (Pop until you end) Bitch-ass nigga with a lil'-bitty Glock (Lil'-bitty Glock), he ain't gon' shoot shit (Damn) How the fuck you ain't got one in the head? (What the fuck?) Know you ain't doin' shit (Nah) Niggas ain't totin' they guns, scared of the feds, Slime ain't doin' it (Never) Bitch, I keep it on me (Yeah), who the fuck want it? (Yeah) With this chopper chopper, show these bitches I am don dada (Don dada) Shootin', killin' pussy niggas, that's my fuckin' problem (That's my fuckin' problem) I like to pull my mask down and fuckin' rob 'em (I got 'em) My mama always said I need to chill, I got a problem (I can't) Back up, backend, come and pick up a backend (Backend) I drop these racks on a pussy nigga head, got young niggas ready for the action (They want it) Nigga talkin' 'bout war with big Slime, boy, you got me laughin' (Haha) Must ain't heard about the last pack, boy, his ass was gassin' (Let me fire him up real quick) I was at home kickin' my shit, rollin' up and laughin' (Uh-huh) Another dollar, 'nother day when you havin' (I'm havin' this shit) You broke, got smoke with me, ayy, catch me somewhere in traffic (Catch me somewhere in traffic) Your car better be fast, bitch boy, I hope you catch me (Hope you catch me) I'm strapped up with these sticks in this bitch, you know I'm ready (What's happenin'?) So many niggas that tried this shit got sent to heaven (Got sent to heaven) You think you'd be the first nigga that tried to kill the Slime? (Tried to kill the Slimeball, you ain't the first one) Hahahaha, put 'em all in line (I swear) I can't even say how many niggas really died (Not two, hahahaha, ooh) But I can tell you the main ones that I fried (Uhh) But I ain't gon' speak about that shit, they know the Slime (They know the Slime) Hahahaha, they know the Slime (Yeah) Bitch-ass nigga with a lil'-bitty Glock (Lil'-bitty Glock), he ain't gon' shoot shit (Damn) How the fuck you ain't got one in the head? (What the fuck?) Know you ain't doin' shit (Nah) Niggas ain't totin' they guns, scared of the feds, Slime ain't doin' it (Never) Bitch, I keep it on me (Yeah), who the fuck want it? (Yeah) With this chopper chopper, show these bitches I am don dada (Don dada) Shootin', killin' pussy niggas, that's my fuckin' problem (That's my fuckin' problem) I like to pull my mask down and fuckin' rob 'em (I got 'em) My mama always said I need to chill, I got a problem (I can't)

Hold up, hold up Hold up, hold up Start it straight off, nigga Hold up, what's up Ayy (Yeah) Hold up, freeze (Hold up, freeze) Not your speed (Not your speed) What you want? (What you want?) What you need? (What you need? Come on with it) Need the racks (Need the racks) Guaranteed (Guaranteed) Got the sax (Got the sax) Kenny G (Kenny G, woo, woo) Clean as hell (Clean as hell) OMG (OMG, woo) Off the block (Off the block) Joel Embiid We no cap (We no cap) It's a thing (It's a thing) Hard to catch (Ayy), hard to kill (Ayy), hard to please (Ayy) Bitch, I'm back in my bag like it's Neiman Marcus All the soldiers salute when they see the sergeant I done survived niggas takin' shots so long It's crazy, it made me a bigger target I gotta do what I do regardless Fuck the talkin', no cap, can't nobody guard him Niggas know when they see me, I'm a rookie But they give me respect like I'm Michael Jordan What you tryna do? Uh (What you tryna do?) What you tryna prove? Ayy (What you tryna prove?) You gon' die a legend, you gon' die a peasant How you tryna move? Ayy (How you tryna move, nigga?) I'ma keep it short (I'ma keep it short) Keep it interlude (Keep it interlude) Living in the tube'll have your ass tied like an inner-tube When the world watching, gotta keep it cool Everybody plot on who you speaking to Used to spazzing out, I'm a different dude But y'all really got me in a different mood (For real) Think it's sweet and watch the shit get ugly You know that's a gamble like we in Biloxi This the light work, young technician Did this shit with no pad like I'm playing rugby Nigga, move over, you know I had to slide on 'em (Woo) Switch up the ride on 'em (Switch up the ride) Gave me the cold shoulder (Gave me the cold shoulder) After you cried on it And after that, popped off (Woo) Fourth of July on you Never mind, the way I was still waiting Man, I had to slide on you, okay Hold up, freeze (Hold up, freeze, hold up, hold up) Not your speed (Not your speed) What you want? (What you want?) What you need? (What you need?) Need the racks (Need the racks) Guaranteed (Guaranteed, woo, woo) Got the sax (Got the sax) Kenny G (Kenny G, ah, ah) Clean as hell (Clean as hell) OMG (OMG) Off the block (Ah, ah) Joel Embiid We no cap (We no cap) It's a thing (It's a thing) Hard to catch, hard to kill, hard to please (Ayy, ayy) Hold up, hold up Hold up, hold up Hold up, hold up Hold up, hold up Hold up, hold up