Skimp on the shrimp - Rvdical the Kid

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)

It's a cold wind Cuts me in half When I see you with him In the back room Head in my hands Tryna keep hold of us Like some ghost of a good time A peach in cellophane I wake up and hit the hall light I'm on my own again The kid won't know how happy he's been 'Til he can't get hold of you The guy won't know what loneliness is 'Til he can't get hold of you At the deep end Catchin' my breath How long was I under? I remembered Just what he said That night when you couldn't stop laughin' Like some ghost of a good time A peach in cellophane I wake up and hit the hall light I'm on my own again The kid won't know how happy he's been 'Til he can't get hold of you The guy won't know what loneliness is 'Til he can't get hold of you Don't know how late it is I need to calm my head down Took the wrong medicine I'm seein' stars again The kid won't know how happy he's been (happy he's been) 'Til he can't get hold of you The guy won't know what loneliness is (loneliness is) 'Til he can't get hold of you The kid won't know how happy he's been (happy he's been) 'Til he can't get hold of you The guy won't know what loneliness is (loneliness is) 'Til he can't get hold of you

I been known to fight the good fight I been known to walk alone I been known to stay out all night Drinkin' wine and gettin' stoned I feel like you're not ever gonna let me love you I feel like I'm gonna be left here on my own I feel like I'm not ever gonna rise above you I feel like we will always walk alone I was born into the good life I have owned a wretched soul I was thrown into the dark night Where I roamed with no control I feel like you're not ever gonna let me love you I feel like I'm gonna have to face this on my own I feel like I'm not ever gonna rise above you I feel like we will always walk alone I feel like you're not ever gonna let me love you I feel like I'm gonna be left here on my own I feel like I'm not ever gonna rise above you I feel like we will always walk alone

There's no shame in worry As long as the worries in control You say you're sorry Cause then that's all you know You don't have to side Or isolate the circumstance That follows you Cause they're the stories Behind the freckles of you youth It's okay You're at home Safe in the bed Where you write songs It's okay You're not alone I'm here We cant get you mom I don't know you well I don't have to care this much I'll say i'm sorry I won't try'n scare you off I could let the sun burn on you skin You don't need me, you don't need him But there's a solace in having someone To burn with It's okay You're at home Safe in the bed Where you write songs It's okay You're not alone I'm here We cant get you mom Panic