[Intro:]
(Say Brando, what it's hittin' for?)
(Hold on, come on)
(Ahh, bow)
(You already know what it is n***a, this YoungBoy)
(Ahh, bow)
(Ahh, bow)
(Aye, free them slimes)
(We come-)
(We stronger than whoever else right now)

[Chorus:]
They like "Slimeto, I see you back up on ya' feet foe"
I'm working three jobs like I got a trio
Mountain top, so the crib a treehouse
I say fall, now come on, get my rebound, yeah, yeah
They didn’t drive I sent them gunners on a greyhound

[Verse: 1]
Inside the hood, where I would run round'
Told us fight, and put the guns down
Once we fight, we pick the guns up
Now we finna' see who gon' lay down
I ain't surgical, but to murder him
Ain't no aim, I up and spray round'
No school, been I dropped out
Hold up, still got K sound
Change the image, oh he lookin' richer, why they face frown?
I ain't no fool, I wasn't closer to cool
I just looked in class, my work at home
Selling weed at the trap, across from my baby momma house
She ain't say I'm wrong
Oh, yeah know who I am, know I get it on, he say "N***a, get it on"
Shorty actin' like she fuckin' wit me, bounce that ass down
Pick it up, then throw it round', ouu shit, get it yeah
Bang that strap across his head, we don't do no back this way
Fucked up, but I made a way, when they see me say--
[Chorus:]
They like "Slimeto, I see you back up on ya' feet foe"
I'm working three jobs like I got a trio
Mountain top, so the crib a treehouse
I say fall, now come on, get my rebound, yeah, yeah
They didn’t drive I sent them gunners on a greyhound

[Break:]
Mhm, wavy n***a
Aye, fuck all these n***as
All these n***as, I'm still on that same kick you heard me?
Bitch ass n***a look, we facin' charges
Bitch I pay the charge you heard me?
Look, It's north side 38
Don't come out the yard, five

[Verse 2:]
Mm-Mm, let them bullets fly, yeah
We say homicide, yeah
We make momma's cry, yeah
N***a, yeah, yeah, yeah
There they go, now stop, spray it
Lil' bro seen him drop, he dead
Think somebody on our car, now hit it, code red
Drive, better not lose ya' head, hear the police cut the lights on
Nighttime, bet that I can wake the block up, turn the pipe on
Boom, this that pipe sound
Yikes, I don't back down
Police tryna' swipe away our life, don't want us back round'
Guns up, mask down
You want me, come get me, don't say that n***a
Know that you a coward, I could break this n***a
Yo' hoe know you a hoe
Gotta find a way for me to face this n***a
Could find [?] home
Put in jail, got out back on, I hate this n***a
[Chorus:]
They like "Slimeto, I see you back up on ya' feet foe"
I'm working three jobs like I got a trio
Mountain top, so the crib a treehouse
I say fall, now come on, get my rebound, yeah, yeah
They didn’t drive I sent them gunners on a greyhound

[Outro:]
(Ahh, ahh)
(Ahh, ah, ah, ah, ah)
(My team in the hood die by me, yeah)
(Ahh, ahh)
(Ha, nah for real tho)