Slime
[Intro: GlockBoyz TeeJaee & Roadrunner GlockBoyz Tez]
Come on, GlockBoyz, n***a
Down the street, n***a
Ayy
[Chorus: Roadrunner GlockBoyz Tez & GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
I'll call my young boy to get you slimed out (Get you slimed out)
Opps really broke as fuck, let me find out (Let me find out)
Bail was only five hundred, couldn't bind out (He couldn't get out that bitch)
Chopper sittin' in the corner, it's on timeout
[Verse 1: Roadrunner GlockBoyz Tez & GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
I'll put that bitch on a n***a like fap fap (Yeah)
Runnin' through the alley, me and Fat Fat
Dameboy, he known to set the corner in that Scat Pack
It's a chop in there, ain't no books in that backpack
It's some rocks in that bitch, that's a jetpack
I think these n***as lost they mind, where that map at? (Where that map at?)
Opps walked in the club, where that strap at?
N***as playin' both sides, don't get caught where that net at (Don't get caught where that net at)
Off-White, big B's (Big B's)
We don't do no layups, we shoot big threes (We shoot big threes)
The opps run fast as hell, ten-speed (Yeah)
She tryna pull up to the pad, bitch— (What the fuck?)
Ayy, bitch, beat it, ayy
I ain't never lost a bitch that I needed (Yeah, never)
I heard your dog died like you ain't feed it
Better not leave your gun at home, if you see me, you gon' need it (You gon' need that bitch all the time)
You an actin'-ass n***a, take five
I don't really miss with this bitch, better thank God
N***a only made SayCheese 'cause he fake died
He don't really smoke zaz, n***as fake high
[Chorus: Roadrunner GlockBoyz Tez & GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
I'll call my young boy to get you slimed out
Opps really broke as fuck, let me find out (Let me find out)
Bail was only five hundred, couldn't bind out (He couldn't get out that bitch)
Chopper sittin' in the corner, it's on timeout (Come get your punishment, nevermind)
[Verse 2: Roadrunner GlockBoyz Tez]
Chopper sittin' in the corner, I'm finna pick it up
Every time we see an opp, they be bitchin' up
Call the Drac' Jesus, it'll set shit up
The opps should've showed Osama how to hide
We be ridin' past every drop when we slide
Bitch, you a rat, fuck I look like doin' sixty-nine? (Lame ass)
Saw that n***a watchin' power, should've fixed his blinds
Bitch tried to set me up, but it ain't work (It ain't work)
I hope every last opp pop a fake Perc'
N***a wearin' six n***as on the same shirt
Blow a n***a down, that'd make the game work (Dead ass)
Catch another n***a, that'd make the pain worse (Make the pain worse)
Pushed that n***a shit through, see if his name worth (See if his name worth)
N***as don't care about no money, they want fame first (N***as dumb)
Your bitch cheated 'cause you broke, you can't blame us
[Verse 3: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
Man, you gotta know we use it if we sold it and it was mine
Man, ask around, n***as beef with us and then they end up dyin'
Man, I ain't lyin', beef'd be over if my n***as wasn't doin' time
You gotta know he caught a body if he came with me and mine
Man, man, I be hittin' hoes on some fluke shit and scammin'
I made a twenty with that bitch, got some neck, then flew my mans on her
My dog fightin' with that work, he put his hands on it
Man, n***as drive-by killers, we catch a body, get out and stand on it
Man, I like hoes who like hoes and get hoes and bring 'em home
Got me some neck before I knew her name, you know what I'm on
Man, n***as die, roll 'em up, smoke they ass like they a pon
I'm in the hood playin' all slow jams, let's get it on
N***a, I put that fully on repeat, my favorite song
Man, all my hoes strippers, so everywhere I go, I bring the pole (Ayy)
We treat opps like the bag, give it some time, they gon' be gone
I whipped my phone out while she was suckin' dick, she struck a pose
You catch me ridin' in that whip without no plates and I'm with— (And I'm with—)
That mean that fully ridin' with me, I'm lookin' for you
Man, on my way home from the T, and had to make a stop in Kentucky
Man, if you beef with us and still livin', I ain't lyin', you lucky (Man, you lucky, n***a)
[Outro: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
N***as beef with us and die, I ain't gon' lie, n***a
N***as beef with us and still alive, you still— n***a
If you beef with us and still alive, I ain't lyin', you lucky, n***a
Come on, GlockBoyz, n***a
You know what the fuck goin' on, n***a
Free my n***as
Come on, GlockBoyz, n***a
Down the street, n***a
Ayy
[Chorus: Roadrunner GlockBoyz Tez & GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
I'll call my young boy to get you slimed out (Get you slimed out)
Opps really broke as fuck, let me find out (Let me find out)
Bail was only five hundred, couldn't bind out (He couldn't get out that bitch)
Chopper sittin' in the corner, it's on timeout
[Verse 1: Roadrunner GlockBoyz Tez & GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
I'll put that bitch on a n***a like fap fap (Yeah)
Runnin' through the alley, me and Fat Fat
Dameboy, he known to set the corner in that Scat Pack
It's a chop in there, ain't no books in that backpack
It's some rocks in that bitch, that's a jetpack
I think these n***as lost they mind, where that map at? (Where that map at?)
Opps walked in the club, where that strap at?
N***as playin' both sides, don't get caught where that net at (Don't get caught where that net at)
Off-White, big B's (Big B's)
We don't do no layups, we shoot big threes (We shoot big threes)
The opps run fast as hell, ten-speed (Yeah)
She tryna pull up to the pad, bitch— (What the fuck?)
Ayy, bitch, beat it, ayy
I ain't never lost a bitch that I needed (Yeah, never)
I heard your dog died like you ain't feed it
Better not leave your gun at home, if you see me, you gon' need it (You gon' need that bitch all the time)
You an actin'-ass n***a, take five
I don't really miss with this bitch, better thank God
N***a only made SayCheese 'cause he fake died
He don't really smoke zaz, n***as fake high
[Chorus: Roadrunner GlockBoyz Tez & GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
I'll call my young boy to get you slimed out
Opps really broke as fuck, let me find out (Let me find out)
Bail was only five hundred, couldn't bind out (He couldn't get out that bitch)
Chopper sittin' in the corner, it's on timeout (Come get your punishment, nevermind)
[Verse 2: Roadrunner GlockBoyz Tez]
Chopper sittin' in the corner, I'm finna pick it up
Every time we see an opp, they be bitchin' up
Call the Drac' Jesus, it'll set shit up
The opps should've showed Osama how to hide
We be ridin' past every drop when we slide
Bitch, you a rat, fuck I look like doin' sixty-nine? (Lame ass)
Saw that n***a watchin' power, should've fixed his blinds
Bitch tried to set me up, but it ain't work (It ain't work)
I hope every last opp pop a fake Perc'
N***a wearin' six n***as on the same shirt
Blow a n***a down, that'd make the game work (Dead ass)
Catch another n***a, that'd make the pain worse (Make the pain worse)
Pushed that n***a shit through, see if his name worth (See if his name worth)
N***as don't care about no money, they want fame first (N***as dumb)
Your bitch cheated 'cause you broke, you can't blame us
[Verse 3: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
Man, you gotta know we use it if we sold it and it was mine
Man, ask around, n***as beef with us and then they end up dyin'
Man, I ain't lyin', beef'd be over if my n***as wasn't doin' time
You gotta know he caught a body if he came with me and mine
Man, man, I be hittin' hoes on some fluke shit and scammin'
I made a twenty with that bitch, got some neck, then flew my mans on her
My dog fightin' with that work, he put his hands on it
Man, n***as drive-by killers, we catch a body, get out and stand on it
Man, I like hoes who like hoes and get hoes and bring 'em home
Got me some neck before I knew her name, you know what I'm on
Man, n***as die, roll 'em up, smoke they ass like they a pon
I'm in the hood playin' all slow jams, let's get it on
N***a, I put that fully on repeat, my favorite song
Man, all my hoes strippers, so everywhere I go, I bring the pole (Ayy)
We treat opps like the bag, give it some time, they gon' be gone
I whipped my phone out while she was suckin' dick, she struck a pose
You catch me ridin' in that whip without no plates and I'm with— (And I'm with—)
That mean that fully ridin' with me, I'm lookin' for you
Man, on my way home from the T, and had to make a stop in Kentucky
Man, if you beef with us and still livin', I ain't lyin', you lucky (Man, you lucky, n***a)
[Outro: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
N***as beef with us and die, I ain't gon' lie, n***a
N***as beef with us and still alive, you still— n***a
If you beef with us and still alive, I ain't lyin', you lucky, n***a
Come on, GlockBoyz, n***a
You know what the fuck goin' on, n***a
Free my n***as