Lalalalalalala Lalalalalalala Lalalalalalala I love your pussy Hey boy, you know when I first met you I knew that you were special that night Doo wop bop bop You had a little somethin' different So warm and so sweet and so right Doo wop bop bop Haters will hate what we can create But I wouldn't change a single thing on you today I love your pussy I think you're pretty I love your pussy Don't you? I love your pussy If you were with me I would be so good to you Lalalalalalala Lalalalalalala Lalalalalalala I love your pussy Whisper sweetly in my ear, Eat pizza, watch Golden Girls Doo wop bop bop We fit so perfectly together You opened up my whole wide world Doo wop bop bop I love your pussy I think you're pretty I love your pussy Don't you? I love your pussy If you were with me I would be so good to you Sometimes people are crazy Sometimes people are mean But as long as you're you And as long as I'm me Then that's all that we need to be I don't care if you're a boy who used to be a girl Or a girl who used to be a boy All I care about is you right now Cause aren't we all just something a little bit inbetween? I love hearts not parts I love your pussy I think you're pretty I love your pussy Don't you? I love your pussy If you were with me I would be so good to you Sometimes people are crazy Sometimes people are mean But as long as you're you And as long as I'm me Then that's all that we need to be Lalalalalalala Lalalalalalala Lalalalalalala I love your pussy

(Fuck you) fuck you, come up here then Oh, wow, big pussy You guys ready? Yo, yo Shut your bitch ass up, nigga (uh) Fuck you to anyone that claim that they got me (uh) When my heart was low, it turn to kami-kamikaze Respect was takin' back my gallery, I'm finna spaz (yeah) The truth is everything we need, can we agree with that? (Yeah) The group is over without being on the album (huh) I'm back and ready, Ciarán had to bring it out me (huh) I love to hate but these days I'ma keep it classy (huh) Niggas I made, I love to see them boys surpass me (huh) Flava Flav with the way we keep it nasty (huh) Jesus my Savior, own my masters like Master P I can't explain it, dawg, you know it's how magic be You gotta bring it if you gettin' on a track with me This shit a classic, ain't even been out a week The show is over nigga, please stop harassing me Stop asking me, it's bad enough for me to deal with this tragedy On my own (on my own, on my own, on my own) What? On my what? Oh, no, no, don't, no Listen to me nigga Ooh, boy, you still a bitch boy, you ain't doin' shit boy This that murder shit, boy, this that learn to destroy The label needed 35 minutes of music It's the true shit, faggot nigga out of Houston Doin', whatever the fuck I'm 'posed to do, yeah Moshing at the shows, surprised we ain't get sued yet Crowds go loco, we lean into their amusement After shows taking photos with all the new fans I don't roll solo, need the crew to maneuver Through the loose and dark and stupid kinda movements Injectin' hope into a generation of a lotta lonely motherfuckers sick of waiting We ain't taking all them punches to the fucking faces Just to let some fuck niggas come around and say some fake shit My everyday lifestyle ain't nothin' but a hustle Can't nobody tell me shit, I made it out the jungle My everyday lifestyle ain't nothing but a hustle Gamble, slinging, doing stick-ups, nobody move a muscle My everyday lifestyle ain't nothing but a hustle Gamble, slinging, doing stick-ups, nobody move a muscle

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)

Eat 'em up, eat 'em up, eat 'em up Eat 'em up, eat 'em up, eat 'em up (Haha) I told you, I only make stoner music Gangster music, killer music Fuck your ho music, take your ho music (COUPE) Yeah She say boss up, so I drop the top on that bitch (Roll up) She wasn't fuckin' with me when I ain't have shit, but she want this (Yeah) All this money that I'm gettin', I ain't givin' shit (Yeah) I be in the trap spot countin' up, tryna add it (Yeah) Fuck a ho on a blow-up bed, you know that ho is nasty (Yeah) Bitch, I live a savage life, and bitch, I'm livin' lavish (Yeah) I'm a hot boy and my pockets full of salad Mixed it with that rap money, turned that shit to blue cheese (Yeah) Nigga mention my name, know that boy is Swiss cheese (Bah-bah) Bitch say I paid for it, you sound crazy, bitch, please Gave that ho a double cup and told her pop this double G Throw back me an Adderall and then I fuck that ho to sleep Wake that bitch up on a Perky Put it in her mouth, her jaw keep workin' Pop that pussy, baby girl, keep twerkin' Fuck you so good, I swear I won't hurt it Tighten that pussy, make it feel like a virgin Grind on this dick, baby girl, keep workin' Ride on that pony, baby, hop up on it Bounce on this dick, baby, act like you want it Fuck a lotta hoes, you not the only Sleep by my lonely, baby, they didn't want me Say that I fucked, that I fucked all her homies Let in my bed nothin' but bad bitches only Fuck on a thot, suck me up, I don't want her Pass her to the gang, my dawg might want her I'ma keep this shit 100, yeah, y'all niggas not 100, yeah She say boss up, so I drop the top on that bitch (Yeah) She wasn't fuckin' with me when I ain't have shit, but she want this (Yeah) All this money that I'm gettin', I ain't givin' shit (Bitch) I be in the trap spot countin' up, tryna add it (Add it) Fuck a ho on a blow-up bed, you know that ho is nasty (Yeah) Bitch, I live a savage life, and bitch, I'm livin' lavish (Yeah) I'm a hot boy and my pockets full of salad Mixed it with that rap money, turned that shit to blue cheese Nigga wanna kill 'bout a bitch (Yes, sir) Nah, nigga, I don't want her, yeah And I'm real 'bout this shit, nigga Nah, nigga, I ain't Gunna, yeah (Nah) I got lot of bitches 'round my way (Lot of 'em) All these hoes head-hunters (Hunters) And I'm big time stunner, yeah (Stunner) When I see your ho, she a one hit wonder (Yeah) Lie to a ho like I lie to your honor (Yeah) Runnin' the streets, I would lie to my mama (What?) They was tellin' her that I was bustin' guns I was tellin' mama, "Uh-uh, uh-uh" (No, uh-uh) Keep this shit 100, yeah I was raised by mama, yeah Jumped in the streets, I was younger, yeah 13, carryin' that thunder, yeah Mama had kicked me out the house 'cause she found me with a chopper and I was like uh-uh (Uh-uh) Now I'm in the streets, hot summer, yeah (Summer) Kick a nigga door, rob his mama, yeah (Mama) Robbed my first nigga for 100, yeah (Hundred) I remember when I hit a lick for a real hundred K Nigga, that's a real hundred, yeah (Yes, sir) She say boss up, so I drop the top on that bitch (Yeah) She wasn't fuckin' with me when I ain't have shit, but she want this (Yeah) All this money that I'm gettin', I ain't givin' shit (Bitch) I be in the trap spot countin' up, tryna add it (Yeah) Fuck a ho on a blow-up bed, you know that ho is nasty (Yeah) Bitch, I live a savage life, and bitch, I'm livin' lavish (Yeah) I'm a hot boy and my pockets full of salad Mixed it with that rap money, turned that shit to blue cheese (Blue cheese) Uh, yeah Hahahaha The fuck, nigga? Hah, bitch, yeah