3100 Heem - Slime em out (feat. EliTheFinesseGuy!)

Slime em' out, Slime em' out
Slime em' out , Slime em' out
Hopping out that cut yeah
With that Glock we do it
You know I got that glocky on me
Bitch you'll know I'll use it
I'mma slime a Nigga out today
He gon get hit with that K
(Yeah, yeah)
I ain't worried bout no opps (slatt)
I'm stacking all my money like some Lays
Lil bitch I'm not from the Bay
But you know I me a .30
Give em' hallow tips
Then hit him 30 like I'm Stephen curry
001, 1090 bitch you know I do em' dirty (G-shine)
Smoking Zaza to the face
Bitch my vision really blurry
Don't give a fuck about no opps
These niggas sweeter than McFlurry
Talking down on AGNB
We gon spin up in a hurry
We gon leave you in that hearse
Snatch his momma, snatch his percs
Imma savage like I'm Durk
Thirty one Gang bitch we lurk
I got her pulling up her skirt
In the hell cat we go (Skrr)
We gon still slime em' out
And leave that Lil nigga hurt
Bitch I'm banging SuuWoo
But I'm still rocking French Blues
Permanent scars that shit on me like a tattoo
Yeah my Aunty doing Voodoo
Remember using oovoo
Don't play with the clique
Cause' you know all my niggas coo-coo
Yeah we gon slime em' out
We gon slime em' out
He was talking reckless til we put that pistol to his mouth
He smoking mid bitch that's not loud
Catching plays up out of town
Up the Glocky, up the Glocky
All you hear is gun sounds
Catch a body, catch a body
Then you know I'm out of town
Claim he got bodies, he got bodies
I don't like how that shit sounds
She got body, she got body
Imma give her hella rounds
She gave me sloppy, yeah that toppy
Then I nutted in her mouth
Yeah, yeah we gon slime em' out
(Whistle)
I don't give a fuck we gon slime em' out
Shawty said I'm dirty
I'm from that dirty south
And I'm only chasing cheddar, what I look like chasing clout?
Niggas talking shit up on the net
Til' I get em gone
Told em if it's not bout making money
Please don't hit my phone
Yeah you see that Glock on me
Nigga this that two-tone
And you see that mob round me
Like my name is Al Capone
I can't trust a bitch
I told her freshen
Now she grab the bone
I don't give a fuck we slime em' out
Don't care if your neighbor's home
They say what's that smell on you?
You know that kush my cologne
We gon slime em' out
I slimed em' out like Nickelodeon
Glock got so much power
Hit a nigga fell like 50 cent
Why your shorty always on her knees I told her go repent
I told her say sorry
Demons steady calling
We gon slime em' out I brought a Glocky in the party uh uh
Pull up with that drum
Shoot him in his gums
Leave that Lil boy numb
AGNB we go dumb
Make fuck Niggas run
Bitch I'm from the hood
Don't leave the crib without my gun
Slime em' out, Slime em' out
Slime em' out, Slime em' out
Hopping out that cut yeah
With that Glock we do it
You know I got that glocky on me
Bitch you'll know I'll use it
(Slime em out)

Written by:
Ibrahim Toure

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