[Intro]
Damn Dior
I say a whole lot of sh*t ni**a
Now I'ma stand on that
Not gon' stand behind it ni**a
I'm slime, what's that, yeah you know
[Chorus]
And I've been on this road for a minute
They tryna' kill me yeah
Blame this my image
They hate I'm livin'
They hate I'm winnin'
They hate the real me
They hate that 'cause I stand up
Ain't no b*tch I'ma make 'em feel me
Like everytime, I ride 'round with hella nines
I ride 'round with hella slimes
Four pocket I need every dimes
Four pocket I need all mine
Watch how we all shine
And I be goin' through a lot of sh*t, but that's gon' be all fine
[Verse 1]
Nah for real, nah for real I ain't spare nobody
You dance with 'em you will crawl with them
You stand with them you will fall with them
fu*k you and you, fu*k all of them
And they used to be my dawg and 'em
Who fought on 'gram, that was bangin' slime (On God)
But they didn't slide, they started switchin' sides
See that sh*t brazy, fu*k it
I'ma shoot no house, I'ma kill my man
I'ma up that b*tch I bust it
RIP Pop Smoke when it's smoke I pop (bust it)
You'd think he's mad in a way we hella scammin
And when we come through [?] (come here)
Real deal stepper ni**a
I'm somethin' like Gucci, you like Jeezy
All that tweakin', big teethin'
Claimin' you a demon
Just lyin' to people, you misleadin'
We were slimes before slime season
No brainer mine keeper
[?] blinker, slime people
[?]
[Chorus]
And I've been on this road for a minute
They tryna' kill me yeah
Blame this my image
They hate I'm livin'
They hate I'm winnin'
They hate the real me
They hate that 'cause I stand up
Ain't no b*tch I'ma make 'em feel me
Like everytime, I ride 'round with hella nines
I ride 'round with hella slimes
Four pocket I need every dimes
Four pocket I need all mine
Watch how we all shine
And I be goin' through a lot of sh*t, but that's gon' be all fine
[Verse 2]
That's just how it is
Ooh ooh, this glizzy peekaboo, if I spot 'em I got 'em
Ooh ooh, I might delete your crew, fu*k 'round and drop 'em
Ooh ooh, ain't gon' lie I still be robbin'
I still be jackin', and I'm full on rappin'
I can teach a ni**a how to die in these streets sh*t
Just come play with me, you'll die in this beef
It ain't front don't want to see
So I'm disguised in my tweets
I be like damn RIP, you won't never never love for me
Sike yeah I looked all the slugs
All in LA when they [?] I took all the plugs and sold all the thugs, yeah
My right pocket sloppy my left pocket cheese
Don't sneak in and find the claw, yeah
[?]
[?] he ran
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