[Intro]
Pow pow, pow pow
Slatt
Pow pow
Slatt
Pow pow
Slatt
Pow pow
Slatt
Pow pow
Slatt, slatt
I said, "AR in my trench coat, that's a big pole."
AR in my trench coat, that's a big pole
AR in my trench coat, that's a big pole
Young slime n***a be stylin' and wildin' (?)
Hold up
And I ain't shootin' at no house (?)
Hit a n***a up, I won't tell nobody (?)
I'm sittin' back, just smokin' broccoli
[?] still up in them [?] (?)
I can make that dope drop
Pistol slangin', my family said I'm dead wrong, "Slime, you need to stop."
Tatt my face up, fuck my face up, I guess that I'm a rockstar
Slangin' dope, do you want this meth or want this heroin?
Drop the needle (?) Slime, get on the track
They think slime is The Beatles
Jeeper-jeeper, when I got that .30, I just be creepin'-creepin'
AR pow, AR pow, AR pow, AR pow, AR slang like Trackhawk, and I ain't shootin' at no fuckin' stars (?)
[Outro]
I'm in the coupe wit' a AR-wit' a AR
Two phones in my pocket, they both like a pager
I hop out in all black, I feel like a raider (?)
I might need a helmet, I grind like a skater
I feel like a teacher wit' all of this paper
What I'ma do wit' all this paper?
Ballin' on you n***as, I just broke another ankle
In a big body coupe, so I parked it at an angle
Pulled the Glock out the bag when the [?]
Swear I'ma do the most when it come to that money (?)
I need all the hunnids and fifties and twenties
My n***as be shootin', this shit can get ugly
And free all my n***as that's still locked out (?)
Free them, n***a, let them out right now (?)
I be so geeked up, I might jump in the crowd
Glock get loud, but I love that sound