[Intro]
Yeah, we just say that, we goin' with the flow, that's how we do, we can go at it right now (Pussy-ass n***a)
(Naestro on the track)
Pussy (Pussy-ass n***a)
Damn
Yeah, yeah, yeah, turn up, fuck n***a
Turn up, fuck n***a
What you thought, you the only one strapped, pussy-ass n***a? (Hahaha)
Fuck n***a, yeah (Haha, pussy-ass n***a pulled his strap out on me)
You see this big-ass strap on me, pussy-ass n***a
Big Glock (Hahaha)
Yeah, n***a, that lil'-bitty-ass Glock, n***a
You a bitch, n***a
Yeah (Yeah, EA-ski, I run this shit, n***a)

[Chorus]
Bitch-ass n***a with a lil'-bitty Glock (Lil'-bitty Glock), he ain't gon' shoot shit (Damn)
How the fuck you ain't got one in the head? (What the fuck?) Know you ain't doin' shit (Nah)
N***as ain't totin' they guns, scared of the feds, Slime ain't doin' it (Never)
Bitch, I keep it on me (Yeah), who the fuck want it? (Yeah)
With this chopper chopper, show these bitches I am don dada (Don dada)
Shootin', killin' pussy n***as, that's my fuckin' problem (That's my fuckin' problem)
I like to pull my mask down and fuckin' rob 'em (I got 'em)
My mama always said I need to chill, I got a problem (I can't)

[Verse 1]
Now mama, listen to me, I just fell in love with the chopper (Fell in love with the stick)
Pussy n***a ain't even play with me, n***a tried one of my partners (Tried one of my partners)
So you know what your son do, man, I pull up and I pop 'em (Pull up and I pop 'em)
Fell in love with the poppin' (Yeah)
I ain't had no fuckin' papa (Had no fuckin' papa, you know it)
But I got n***as listen to me like I'm dad (Like I'm dad)
So my gang about these streets, (Yeah) these n***as would never understand (Never understand)
Losing the war? Shit, Slime wouldn't understand (I ain't never lost one, n***a)
Got so many choppers in this bitch, it feel like Afghanistan (Feel like Afghanistan)
I'm dressed in all black (Yeah), I'm robbin', no Batman (No Batman)
I should've been a bald head, they call me the hitman (Call me the hitman)
You know I ain't got no problem usin' this stick, man (Usin' this stick, man)
I got so much money, I can call up stickman (Ayy, stickman, pull up and kill him)
He killin' shit, he aim, he don't miss nothin' (Nothin')
I guess his aim, it must be connected to the money (Connected to the money)
'Cause 'bout that money, man, this shit get locked in (Shit get locked in)
Put his aim on you (Yeah), he gon' pop until you end (Pop until you end)
[Chorus]
Bitch-ass n***a with a lil'-bitty Glock (Lil'-bitty Glock), he ain't gon' shoot shit (Damn)
How the fuck you ain't got one in the head? (What the fuck?) Know you ain't doin' shit (Nah)
N***as ain't totin' they guns, scared of the feds, Slime ain't doin' it (Never)
Bitch, I keep it on me (Yeah), who the fuck want it? (Yeah)
With this chopper chopper, show these bitches I am don dada (Don dada)
Shootin', killin' pussy n***as, that's my fuckin' problem (That's my fuckin' problem)
I like to pull my mask down and fuckin' rob 'em (I got 'em)
My mama always said I need to chill, I got a problem (I can't)

[Verse 2]
Back up, backend, come and pick up a backend (Backend)
I drop these racks on a pussy n***a head, got young n***as ready for the action (They want it)
N***a talkin' 'bout war with big Slime, boy, you got me laughin' (Haha)
Must ain't heard about the last pack, boy, his ass was gassin' (Let me fire him up real quick)
I was at home kickin' my shit, rollin' up and laughin' (Uh-huh)
Another dollar, 'nother day when you havin' (I'm havin' this shit)
You broke, got smoke with me, ayy, catch me somewhere in traffic (Catch me somewhere in traffic)
Your car better be fast, bitch boy, I hope you catch me (Hope you catch me)
I'm strapped up with these sticks in this bitch, you know I'm ready (What's happenin'?)
So many n***as that tried this shit got sent to heaven (Got sent to heaven)
You think you'd be the first n***a that tried to kill the Slime? (Tried to kill the Slimeball, you ain't the first one)
Hahahaha, put 'em all in line (I swear)
I can't even say how many n***as really died (Not two, hahahaha, ooh)
But I can tell you the main ones that I fried (Uhh)
But I ain't gon' speak about that shit, they know the Slime (They know the Slime)
Hahahaha, they know the Slime (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Bitch-ass n***a with a lil'-bitty Glock (Lil'-bitty Glock), he ain't gon' shoot shit (Damn)
How the fuck you ain't got one in the head? (What the fuck?) Know you ain't doin' shit (Nah)
N***as ain't totin' they guns, scared of the feds, Slime ain't doin' it (Never)
Bitch, I keep it on me (Yeah), who the fuck want it? (Yeah)
With this chopper chopper, show these bitches I am don dada (Don dada)
Shootin', killin' pussy n***as, that's my fuckin' problem (That's my fuckin' problem)
I like to pull my mask down and fuckin' rob 'em (I got 'em)
My mama always said I need to chill, I got a problem (I can't)