(Frrt) How did you get?
How you be poppin' your shit? (Huh, huh)
How you be poppin' your shit? (Huh, huh)
How you be poppin' your shit? (Huh, hotter than)
How you be poppin' your shit? (Hell, yeah)
Hotter than hell (How you be poppin' your shit? Uh, yeah)
Hotter than hell (How you be poppin' your shit? Uh)
Hotter than hell (How you be poppin' your shit? Uh, yeah)
Hotter than hell (Uh, yeah)
Yeah
I want them shotters and riders (Riders)
Ride-or-die niggas, them niggas gon' ride for me, nigga (Yeah)
If it's a problem, then it's gonna be problems
We got them choppers, extendos on pistols
I have a gun with scopes (Scopes)
They wanna be tough, we deliver the smoke
Yeah, know that I get it big, when they see me, it's dope (Yeah)
You know that I got pipe and I'm ready to blow (Know that I got it)
Nigga, you playin' with the devil (Devil)
Killin' this shit, it's a mystery
Niggas be sayin' they gon' do somethin' to Slime
Shit is so funny, it's killin' me
Turn this shit up, got the whole hood feelin' me
I am everywhere, they cannot get rid of me
Motherfucker, ???, it's so pity
Pull up in Atlanta, passenger pretty (Pretty)
(That's your ho?) I know she hell, man, that ho got a nigga (Yeah)
Ain't nothin' gon' stop her, she gon' let me kill her (Yeah)
Breakin' a dime and I'm all in her middle (All in her middle)
It ain't no personal, we pop her like Skittles (Pop her like Skittles)
Eatin' that pussy, huh, I go gorilla (Uh)
She not scared 'til I give her the thriller
I'm in that Spider, and I'm sellin' that killer (Killer)
I want them shotters and riders (Riders)
Ride-or-die niggas, them niggas gon' ride for me, nigga (Yeah)
If it's a problem, then it's gonna be problems
We got them choppers, extendos on pistols
I have a gun with scopes (Scopes)
They wanna be tough, we deliver the smoke
Yeah, know that I get it big, when they see me, it's dope (Yeah)
You know that I got pipe and I'm ready to blow (Know that I got it)
I had to work for mine (Mine)
We hustle for hours (Hours)
Swear that I was takin' (I was takin')
Paper chasin' (Paper chasin')
Money in my eye (Money)
I see dollar signs (Dollars)
Every time I slide (Slide)
SRT, I'm in the chase (Yeah)
Hellcat whip, I be racin' (Hellcat)
Hit the lights, I'm switchin' plates (Switchin' plates)
(Trickster) Switchin' lanes (Switchin' lanes)
Switch my cars, I'm ridin' 'round (Switch my cars, I'm ridin' 'round)
Goin' on '20, my car full of pounds
Walk in the trap and we shuttin' it down
You not a real one, you can't come around
Nigga too fake, we not hang with no clown
Nigga too fake, we not hang with no clown
You ain't gang, you can't hang
Fuck around and me fuck around
I want them shotters and riders (Riders)
Ride-or-die niggas, them niggas gon' ride for me, nigga (Yeah)
If it's a problem, then it's gonna be problems
We got them choppers, extendos on pistols
I have a gun with scopes (Scopes)
They wanna be tough, we deliver the smoke
Yeah, know that I get it big, when they see me, it's dope (Yeah)
You know that I got pipe and I'm ready to blow (Know that I got it)
How you be poppin' your shit? (Huh, huh)
How you be poppin' your shit? (Huh, huh)
How you be poppin' your shit? (Huh, hotter than)
How you be poppin' your shit? (Hell, yeah)
Hotter than hell (How you be poppin' your shit? Uh, yeah)
Hotter than hell (How you be poppin' your shit? Uh)
Hotter than hell (How you be poppin' your shit? Uh, yeah)
Hotter than hell (Uh, yeah)
Yeah
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