Dat Boy B - Slime Season
Yea yeaKnowing me shyt I pull up on 2 wheels
Dreads hangin out my helmet
23s on my feet
45 by my pelvis
Neighborhood flooded wit felons
They Robbin or scheming or sellin
Church folk seen me smoke weed
Like I wen I see yo mom I'm tellin
N that was last week tho
Like I ain't gotta kid like iont pop the same pills she's on
BankAmerica down the steeet
But my bank accounts what I sleep on
No lie chain on don't try
You guys rushin you to the medics saying don't die
But anyway
Get ran over if you inna way
Tried tell em I was on one
When they catch on I'd be long gone
First I pick ya bishop like Don Juan
Don't make me turn to that guy
Now they gotta pay for a feature
Call that Shyt murder for hire
Plenty chicken in my kitchen maumbo sauce drippin
Trigger finger steady itchin ima boss nigga
Vicious with the writtens spit it, mightve lost niggas
Either it's too complex or I off niggas
Double entendres
Drugs money an violence
Got plugs, runners and riders
Got Ace in my cup
Fuck the club up
Wear my Heart on my sleeve
neck full of them diamonds
Shyt paid off I been grindin
Fuck timing shyt I went n got it
On slime
Written by:
Brandon Joseph
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