[Intro]
(DJ Swift on the track)
(Dubba-AA flexin')
(Louie Bandz made anotha' one)

[Chorus]
Look, lil' bitch, I'm on my shit, so I'm like hey now
Come from thuggin', but I'm rockin' on that stage now
Ran up a check, I wanna flex, don't want no break now
We put insurance on my money, so it's safe now
I'm like, "Slime, why you say that you don't like 'em?" 'Cause I'm thuggin'
And that's fine, tell that n***a I said, "Fuck 'em, bitch, we clutchin' "
Bands tied, two-hundred-thousand to that n***a, it ain't nothin'
Four-fifty get me out the way, that forty-five gon' leave 'em ugly

[Verse 1]
All of these diamonds, this ain't nothin'
Hold on, I take that back, I'm flooded
Bullet proof car, n***a ride so ruggish
Every time we get out, it be hard for to shut it
My shirt I got on made by Givenchy
The bitch say "Die," filled up with money
I put Moncler over Chanel, the shoe I got on fifteen-hundred
And I got these diamonds dancin ' and they high edition and they fully loaded
Drivin', coastin', when I hit the freeway hit the gas, I'm loaded
Bases loaded, thirties filled up and all my n***as tote it
The hoes we wit' turnt up, bitch, we be them, but when you see you know it
[Chorus]
Look, lil' bitch, I'm on my shit, so I'm like hey now
Come from thuggin', but I'm rockin' on that stage now
Ran up a check, I wanna flex, don't want no break now
We put insurance on my money, so it's safe now
I'm like, "Slime, why you say that you don't like 'em?" 'Cause I'm thuggin'
And that's fine, tell that n***a I said, "Fuck 'em, bitch, we clutchin' "
Bands tied, two-hundred-thousand to that n***a, it ain't nothin'
Four-fifty get me out the way, that forty-five gon' leave 'em ugly

[Verse 2]
Drank got me high and money got me up, purple got me loaded
I told that bitch, "Get off yo ass, go get some Backwoods out the store"
That n***a know, he play it's goin' down
Six feet, it's lowest you go
Fuck who you wit', that cutter spray around, we kill you wit' your bro
I made lil' shorty touch her toes
And then got 'em painted just from the way she use her throat
That's that slime shit
Fake ass gangsta need to decide who they dyin' wit'
And you the type that I don't need to spend no time wit'
Let's go, 4K Trey, Kentrell, be careful, that's that triple nine
D-Dawg need a gold medal how he slang that iron
I punch a n***a in his shit and then I pay that fine
I'm thinkin' of twelve shades of grey, I'm in that state of mind
[Chorus]
Look, lil' bitch, I'm on my shit, so I'm like hey now
Come from thuggin', but I'm rockin' on that stage now
Ran up a check, I wanna flex, don't want no break now
We put insurance on my money, so it's safe now
I'm like, "Slime, why you say that you don't like 'em?" 'Cause I'm thuggin'
And that's fine, tell that n***a I said, "Fuck 'em, bitch, we clutchin' "
Bands tied, two-hundred-thousand to that n***a, it ain't nothin'
Four-fifty get me out the way, that forty-five gon' leave 'em ugly