(Intro)
Slat!
Aye, get out your motherfuckin sit to this one, you know?
Slat! Slat! Slat!
(Pre-Hook)
Hundred rounds in a Tahoe
Nigga, lighting up your tacos, hey
Give him surgery, no lipo
Down, man, that bitch will pull you down
Pull up to a nigga town
I’m prepared to take em down, nigga
(Hook)
Hey, this that slime shit, hey
YSL shit, hey
Killin 12 shit, hey
Fuck a jail shit, hey
Drinking activis, hey
On that snail shit, hey
Cookin white brick, hey, hey
Bricks and bales shit, hey, hey
Bitch, I’m super rich
Bitch, I’m stupid rich
I-I go ape shit, call that Ludacris, hey, hey
I’m not new to this, hey, I’m so true to this, hey
I done put a whole slime on a hunnid, bitch, hey, hey
(Verse 1)
Slime Boogey, slime, maybe I don’t have a mind
These niggas be bitches, a lot of them snitchin
A lot of them droppin a dime
I come to the the point in my life
That I just want one of my wives
I think that I want that new Spider
We rich so I know that it’s light
I’m so too legit, I’m so I’m the shit
Diamonds dancin, bitch
YSL, VVS
In the V.I.P and I got that pistol on my hip
You prayin that you live
I’m prayin that I hit
Hey, this that slime shit
We the Slime, bitch
Compromise shit, down to ride shit
Fuck them police, in a high speed
Let her out on Bleveland
Let her out on Bleveland
(Pre-Hook)
Hundred rounds in a Tahoe
Nigga, lighting up your tacos, hey
Give him surgery, no lipo
Down, man, that bitch will pull you down
Pull up to a nigga town
I’m prepared to take ‚em down, nigga
(Hook)
Hey, this that slime shit, hey
YSL shit, hey
Killin 12 shit, hey
Fuck a jail shit, hey
Drinking activis, hey
On that snail shit, hey
Cookin white brick, hey, hey
Bricks and bales shit, hey, hey
Bitch, I’m super rich
Bitch, I’m stupid rich
I-I go ape shit, call that Ludacris, hey, hey
I’m not new to this, hey, I’m so true to this, hey
I done put a whole slime on a hunnid, bitch, hey, hey
(Verse 2: Yak Gotti)
Got banana clips for all these niggas actin funny
These niggas savages in these streets
They need [?] don’t front em
Got ten trap spots, they bunkin, all of ‚em doin numbers
They just be talking, I swear these lil fuck niggas don’t want it
I’m grindin up my money and I’m still in the trenches
Workin calculators, when we fuck with weight we count them bitches
Got Bungaloo and [?], they with me (for real, they thugs)
Bang a neighborhood, 60’s, tell ‚em they was still fishing
I get, I get it, I get it, however, I get it, I get it on my own
These percosets, they got me so high I swear I’m in my own damn zone
Thousand dollars on cologne
All these extras, I bought me a home
And it’s big like a dome
Hold, up [?] callin‘ my phone (man I just saw them)
(Pre-Hook)
Hundred rounds in a Tahoe
Nigga, lighting up your tacos, hey
Give him surgery, no lipo
Down, man, that bitch will pull you down
Pull up to a nigga town
I’m prepared to take em down, nigga
(Hook)
Hey, this that slime shit, hey
YSL shit, hey
Killin 12 shit, hey
Fuck a jail shit, hey
Drinking activis, hey
On that snail shit, hey
Cookin white brick, hey, hey
Bricks and bales shit, hey, hey
Bitch, I’m super rich
Bitch, I’m stupid rich
I-I go ape shit, call that Ludacris, hey, hey
I’m not new to this, hey, I’m so true to this, hey
I done put a whole slime on a hunnid, bitch, hey, hey
(Verse 3: Yak Gotti)
This that slime shit
This that mars shit
This that 100,000 dollars in a jar shit
Down to [?] cuttin to my money
They say we gettin money
Now these niggas actin funny
And they all fake, like some bitch titties
Tell they bitch another lie cause we ain’t fuckin wit ‚em
And they groupie niggas and they ho type
Fuck the judge, YSL, this that mob life
(Outro: Yak Gotti)
We got these bankrolls on us
We have flavor
Now I ain’t goin back and forth with ya’ll
Hello? Yeah, I’mma bet me a 100,000
All motherfuckin hundreds
Shit, yeah
