(DJ Swift on the track)
(Dubba-AA flexin')
(Louie Bandz made anotha' one)
Look, lil bitch I'm on my shit, so I'm like hey now
Come from thuggin', but I'm rockin' on that stage now
Ran up a check, I wanna flex, don't want no break now
We put insurance on my money, so it's safe now
I'm like, "Slime, why you say that you dont like 'em?" cause I'm thuggin'
And that's fine, tell that nigga I said, "Fuck 'em, bitch we clutchin' "
Benz ties, 200,000 to that nigga, it ain't nothing
450 get me out the way, that .45 gon' leave 'em ugly
All of these diamonds, this ain't nothing
Hold on, I take that back, I'm flooded
Bullet proof car, nigga ride so ruggish
Every time we get out, it be hard for to shut it
My shirt I got on made by Givenchy
The bitch say, "Die" filled her with money
I put Moncler over Chanel, the shoe I got on fifteen hundred
And I got these diamonds dancing
And they high edition and they fully loaded
Drivin', coastin', when I hit the freeway hit the gas, I'm loaded
Bases loaded, 30's filled up and all my niggas tote it
The hoes we wit' turnt up bitch, we be them
But when you see you know it
Look, lil bitch I'm on my shit, so I'm like hey now
Come from thuggin', but I'm rockin' on that stage now
Ran up a check, I wanna flex, don't want no break now
We put insurance on my money, so it's safe now
I'm like, "Slime, why you say that you dont like 'em?" cause I'm thuggin'
And that's fine, tell that nigga I said, "Fuck 'em, bitch we clutchin' "
Benz ties, 200,000 to that nigga, it ain't nothing
450 get me out the way that .45 gon' leave 'em ugly
Drank got me high, mane it got me up, purple got me loaded
I told dat bitch, "Get off yo ass, go get some backwoods out the store"
That nigga know, he play it's goin' down
Six feet, it's lowest you go
Fuck who you wit', that cutter spray around, we kill you wit' your bro
I made lil shorty touch her toes
And then got 'em painted just from the way she use her throat
That's that slime shit
Fake ass gangsta needa decide who they dying wit'
And you the type that I don't need to spend no time wit'
Let's go, 4KT, Kentrell be careful, that's that triple nine
DDawg need a gold medal how he slang that iron
I punch a nigga in his shit and then I pay that fine
I'm thinking of 12 shades of grey, I'm in that state of mind
Look, lil bitch I'm on my shit, so I'm like hey now
Come from thuggin', but I'm rockin' on that stage now
Ran up a check, I wanna flex, don't want no break now
We put insurance on my money, so it's safe now
I'm like, "Slime, why you say that you dont like 'em?" cause I'm thuggin'
And that's fine, tell that nigga I said, "Fuck 'em, bitch we clutchin' "
Benz ties, 200,000 to that nigga, it ain't nothing
450 get me out the way that .45 gon' leave 'em ugly
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