[Intro]

[Verse 1: Slim Jesus]
Jumpman, jumpman, jumpman, my gang up to something
Rolling up extendos bitch we getting blunted
Riding with extendos bitch, we ain't bluffing
Run up on us wrong and then we get to dumping
Catch a op lacking then you leaking ho
Smoking OG gas got me freaking ho
Got your girl off a pill now she a tweaking ho
She gon' top me and go to your house cause there ain't no sleeping ho
Creeping in a four door benz, fuck a Coop
My shooters in the back seat fuck your crew
Slide through the ops blocking, we gon' shoot
Windows down, leave 'em wet, then get up through
Do a drill then it's right back to getting money
Started getting money them hoes start acting funny
But I just want that throat, I ain't even fucking
And I stay with the gang like it's always sunny
So if a goofy run up they getting macked down
I don't play that shit cause I got racks now
Fuck a body guard, I keep a strap now
So if I make it in the club, I ain't get pat down
They say Slim you gotta chill, bitch I'm tryna make a mil
And if a fuck boy try to stop me then that fuck boy gon' get killed
They say Slim you gotta chill, bitch I'm tryna make a mil
And if a fuck boy try to stop me then that fuck boy gon' get killed

[Verse 2: Witeboy]
420 packing yeah my [?]
I know these drugs, I treat 'em all like test subjects
Ain't no one on one [?]
He ducking dodging, gon' shoot up the family function
All that traffic talk, we caught him [?]
Where I'm from man your name gotta be good for something
Most these bitches I be chasing don't ammount to nothnig
[?] think he David [?]
[?]
Ready we gon' [?]
Sell a couple cheap, we could handle what he throwing
Come [?] he ain't even ready for it
We just plugged the plug, shit I guess we pluggin
Slim what we gon' do, they won't sell up nothing
We just pugged the plug, shit I guess we plugging
Slim what we gon' do, they won't sell up nothing
Ride, ride, ride fuck we staining something
This a warning shot, let you pussies know we coming
Half these n***as round you prolly think you owe 'em something
My clique don't ask for nothing, they too busy road running
We gon' ride, ride, ride, bitch we staining something
This a warning shot, ley you pussies know we coming
Half these n***as prolly out here gettin' fronted
My n***as they don't ask for nothing, they just road running

[Outro: Slim Jesus]
Gang in this bitch, young and ignorant