Pluto, King Slime I'm in the 'Bach the one with the stars I'm in the 'Bach the one with the stars I'm in the Rolls, the one with the stars I'm in the Rolls, the one with the stars Whew whew Tie, tie my shoes, tie my tie tie my shoes Tie tie my shoes, tie my tie tie my shoes I will pay my dues, I be back, I be boo'd (I be boo'd) I don't care about you enough to tell the, tell the truth Yeah, I'm in the Rolls the one with the stars (zoom) Yeah, I got a clean up crew for the blogs Yeah, you gotta keep that shit cooler than sharks Yeah yeah you wanna be slime you gotta shoot at your door yeah I scored first place but didn't get me no medal (yeah) I'm in that double shift, release the pedal skrr I'm bout to WCW your daughter your Grandma (yeah) Money on top of the counter, just pop all the tags off Money on top of the counter just pop all the tags off please I made a oath thank God that my kids ainn't never gonna want or need Babe I'm sorry I text you back a week later (sorry) I'm a humble dog like Dion Waiters Tie tie my shoes, tie tie my shoes (lets go) Tie tie my shoes, tie tie my shoes (lets go) Tie tie my shoes, tie tie my shoes (yeah) Tie tie my shoes, tie tie my shoes (skrr skrr) I was leaning on Actavis, then poured the Red up (yeah) I was smoking the kush she givin the head up (yeah) Flooded the rollie with crushed ice and bezels On the beach line i'mma shoot at your dog (tie my shoes) King Slime Pluto sniping your broad (tie my shoes) First to bag dressed in Burberry came with Gucci (tie my shoes) First to wear Michael Kors now they Pucci (tie my shoes) Two Maybach Benz Got a car dealership, got my trappers a scholarship I did the seats Louis, custom made I hang with criminals fresh out the cage 60 seconds I'm gone Nicholas Cage nigga (yeah) I'm in the Phantom the one with the stars (swerve swerve) If you ride with me gotta take a charge (lets go) Got a .223 I could pull it apart (slatt) 23 freaks, slide like Jordan Honest nigga, Gucci slippers I don't run from niggas (Future) Average nigga, I retire strippers, fire strippers Then I went and hide a stripper Tie tie my shoes, tie tie my shoes Tie tie my shoes, tie tie my shoes I pay my dues, I be back, I be boo'd I don't care about you enough to tell the, tell the truth Yeah, I'm in the Rolls the one with the stars (zoom) Too clean for the blogs Yeah, you gotta keep that shit cooler than sharks Yeah yeah wanna be slime you gotta shoot at your dog yeah You are crazy

Pull up with a stick, I pull up with a stick I pull up with a pink toe, I'm whippin', she suckin' this dick I put some diamonds on her toes, let that hoe know that I'm rich We was used to pullin' kick doors (That money go for Myles) I've been gettin' it since a toddler, I keep dollars on my head Bein' a real one is my model, handle my problems, I ain't scared I put Prada on my collar 'cause she proud of what I said I'm a leader, I got 'em followin' my footsteps like the feds I shoot like I'm Montana, chopper bullets make 'em shed, uh Black on black new Phantom, in the backseat sippin' red, uh Bitch, I'm from Atlanta where these hoes ride the dick like peg, yeah Condo like the pharmacy, I got codeine in my fridge, pour up My bro on a steamin' stove, cookin' crack like grits Got this vibe on her tippy toes, strokin' her in a pent' LA live, I'm stayin' at the Loews with this Hollywood bitch Got a nine and a snubnose, can't wait to let it hit (Hit) Pull up with a stick, I pull up with a stick I pull up with a pink toe, I'm whippin', she suckin' this dick I put some diamonds on her toes Let that hoe know that I'm rich (Let that hoe know that I'm rich) We was used to pullin' kick doors You could still call it a lick (Lick) You broke and can't be fixed Went to Nieman's and spent a nick How you pour that? Don't make sense I made a whole mile off an inch I had 99 problems I just scratch you off the list (Scratch you off the list) Got some millions and went and solved 'em Now my neck cost a quarter brick I've been gettin' it since a toddler, I keep dollars on my head Bein' a real one is my model, handle my problems, I ain't scared I put Prada on my collar 'cause she proud of what I said I'm a leader, I got 'em followin' my footsteps like the feds I shoot like I'm Montana, chopper bullets make 'em shed, uh Black on black new Phantom, in the backseat sippin' red, uh Bitch, I'm from Atlanta where these hoes ride the dick like peg, yeah Condo like the pharmacy, I got codeine in my fridge, pour up Bestie, bestie, I just hit my friend Told her catch me, catch me, I'ma lick her skin She so precious, precious, might not fuck again She too messy, messy, but hittin', no flexin' (No flexin') Rose gold ornaments (Rose) Dropped the two tint, car came with no tint You don't gotta use the door, you can hop in front of tip Bond 9 in the vent, think 'bout dyin' and get spent I got two B's on my boxers and a thottie in the bed I know niggas ran up a milli' Still didn't tell 12 shit (12, 12, 12, shh) I got skeletons in my closets (Woah) And they scared of me and shit (Closets and they scared) Mason Margielas under the bed screamin', "Rock me, kid" (Woah) I put water on my head, then she got seasick (I put water on my head) Couple opps played dead, and they still got hit I done bent lil' mama's spine but that But that still ain't my kid (Still ain't my kid) Only reason I answer my line (Why?) Is 'cause she drink my spit (No cap) I've been gettin' it since a toddler, I keep dollars on my head Bein' a real one is my model, handle my problems, I ain't scared I put Prada on my collar 'cause she proud of what I said I'm a leader, I got 'em followin' my footsteps like the feds I shoot like I'm Montana, chopper bullets make 'em shed, uh Black on black new Phantom, in the backseat sippin' red, uh Bitch, I'm from Atlanta where these hoes ride the dick like peg, uh Condo like the pharmacy, I got codeine in my fridge

Chance The motherfuckin' rapper With a capitalized, uh, times, not the times but you know what I'm saying the times Thugger Lil Boat Chance Lil Boat Am I the only nigga still care about mixtapes Am I the only nigga still care about mixtapes I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch, wanna know how lips taste I swear I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch, wanna know how the lips taste All I can hear is the third, ayy All I can hear is the third, ayy We don't know none of your words, ayy We don't know none of your words, ayy I love my women real tall, ayy Type that can really play ball, ayy You buy my hat at the park, ayy Think I might really play ball, ayy I got a link in my bio, my bitch do the salsa like pico de gallo They gotta ask if they may, Cinco de Mayo How can they call themselves bosses When they got so many bosses You gotta see what your boss say I get it straight out the faucet I ain't felt like this since the third drought, third carter drop Told my momma third grade I'd be in the third Barbershop And you know momma got real worried when she heard college drop But now I call the shots I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste I swear I'm the only nigga still cares about mixtapes Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste Bad little mama, she gettin' it Obama She sting like a bumble bee, hot as the sauna She shine like a Rollie, got that from her momma Can't see me, can't be me, I'm ridin' like a panda That booty gon' roll and it's outta control And these bitches gon' fuck off respect and that loyalty All my bitches lovin' me and they spoil me Rub me down with that lotion, baby oil me Drinking Actavis, baby I'm showin' me In that choppa I see your perimeter Change the culture, cause my ring is a solar Wait one minute I told you Yeah, I would like to know you Yeah, you lucky like clovers Yeah, the clothes no good Mama I do it, your ass I pursue it Just look at me baby I came from the sewers They love all the slime ball Like they fuck all these cats on your slime dog That got me serene like I'm breakin' a bar And I'm ballin' on you like I'm Chris Paul I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste I swear I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste Am I the only one who really care about cover art Growing up I ain't have my brother cause he said the streets gave him a fresh start I ain't know what that mean I bumped heads with my dean Dropped out and hit the scene Now I'm stunting like bling Time and time again they told me no They told me I wouldn't go Cause in high school all I cared about was hoes Well, maybe that shit was my interest Now I spend more than they make at my dentist After 1Night the folks thought I was finished I pin my name to the game like a seamstress Oh, bitch I bite like a gator Fuck them reviews that they put in the paper Did what I wanted, didn't care about a hater Delivered my tape to the world as a caterer Oh, they fuck with me cause I'm different New sound, new appearance Bitch it's Boat from the 6 Give a fuck about a bitch Walk out, my hand on my dick, I'm the shit I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste I said am I the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste

I serve the base, I serve the base I serve the base, I serve the base I serve the base, I serve the base I serve the base, I serve the base You would fuck a rich niggas for the fame, won't you? You would give that pussy up to a lame, won't you? Like a old school, I re-did the frame on you I got my old shooters with me and they land on you Word to them niggas at the six A whole lotta lean, my nutrition They should've told ya I had the drank on me They should've told ya I brought the bank with me They should've told ya I keep that molly on me They should've told ya I got that stick with me You the one who duckin' from a drive by My niggas unemployed sellin' pot pies I serve the base, I serve the base I serve the base, I serve the base I keep a shooter with me like Malone I fucked around and did it on my own Come and fuck with me baby, I'm a franchise Molly and them xans got me aggravated The hundreds and 'em fifties, get 'em separated Put them hundreds and them hundreds, yeah we segregated They tryna take the soul out me They tryna take my confidence and they know I'm cocky Fuck another interview, I'm done with it I don't give a fuck about a ho, I let a young hit it I play the games of the thrones with you I can't change, I was God-given Tryna make a pop star and they made a monster I'm posted with my niggas, let the champagne flow A nigga was depressed now my mind back healthy A product of them roach in 'em ashtrays I inhale the love on a bad day Baptized inside purple Actavis They should've told you I was on the pill They should've told you I was on the Lear I serve cocaine in some Reeboks I'm full of so much chronic, need a detox I serve the base, I serve the base I serve the base, I serve the base They should've told you I'm was just a trap nigga I'm in the white house shootin' crack niggas I gave up on my conscience gotta live with it This remind me when I had nightmares These bitches wanna be here, they'll be right here They should've told you I'm was just a trap nigga They should've told you I was gon' lap niggas They should've told you I was overseas Say your last words, can't breathe They sent the ghetto bird out to peep me They finally did admit it, I was cloned Because I was ambitious, now I'm on Five in the mornin' on the corner rollin' stones I just work for money, I count it on my own, fuck They should've told you I was on the pill They should've told you I was on the Lear I serve cocaine and some Reebok I full of soo much chronic, need a detox I serve the base, I serve the base I serve the base, I serve the base You the one who duckin' from a drive by My niggas unemployed sellin' Popeyes