[Intro: Slimesito]
Frrt (Frrt)
Rich Slime
(EVILGIANE)
Ayy (Ayy)
Yeah (Yeah)
(Sounds by FTP)
Ayy (Ayy)
([?])

[Chorus: Slimesito]
You talkin' 'bout hate, you know I get a lot (Yeah)
That bitch said she love me but she love me not
I post on the strip, you know I'm on the plot
These n***as all bad, you n***as cuffin' thots
[?]
I don't punch in but I be using clocks
These n***as gon' hate, I know they want my spot
I'm in [?], it's lonely at the top
That n***a got robbed, we caught him on his lot
He'll act too tough, I shot him in his lot
Just sit lil' bitch, I gotta drop a dot
That bitch slimed out, I got her sippin' drop
Just like Champagne, I'm finna pop his top
My chop' come packaged, I don't like no [?]
I just got rich, I'ma buy some stocks
I'm growin' that shit, you know it ain't no crops, yeah
[Verse 1: Slimesito]
Know I still ride with that Glock
I don't like safety and it's one up top
I feel like Cash Money 'cause I got thе block hot
Totin' Five-seveNs, know thеy havin' red dot (Five-sev' dot, yeah)
That n***a got popped and now he acting shellshocked (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
I'm [?] like I play for the Red Sox
I cut his ass off 'cause I seen him flop
Know real Don Dada, n***a, plug like [?]
These n***as just hatin', they is not no opp
My n***as clean shit, you know they use those mops
Got shooters on fire, you know they stay on watch (Plrrt)
His patna got shot and now he calling cops
Man, he was just stepping, now he actin' soft
I'm throwing up B's, I'm feeling like John Wall
Bitch, start gettin' this money now I'm stackin' tall
Got shooters on sync, you know I'm havin' [?]

[Chorus: Slimesito]
You talkin' 'bout hate, you know I get a lot (Yeah)
That bitch said she love me but she love me not
I post on the strip, you know I'm on the plot (Ayy)
These n***as all bad, you n***as cuffin' thots
[?]
I don't punch in but I be using clocks
These n***as gon' hate, I know they want my spot
I'm in [?], it's lonely at the top
That n***a got robbed, we caught him on his lot
He'll act too tough, I shot him in his lot (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
Just sit lil' bitch, I gotta drop a dot
That bitch slimed out, I got her sippin' drop
Just like Champagne, I'm finna pop his top
My chop' come packaged, I don't like no [?]
I just got rich, I'ma buy some stocks
I'm growin' that shit, you know it ain't no crops, yeah
[Verse 2: Duwap Kaine]
Put that FTP stick on my Glock
That n***a too broke, how he pocket-watch?
Can't talk down on my brother, not on my watch
I'm breaking laws, I hit yo' ho in yo' spot
She got miles on that pussy, need to tune up (She got miles on that pussy)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
30 clip long in the Glock, man, that shit look like Chris-Chris Bosh
Slapping bands at the store [?] like [?] (Yeah, yeah)
Pockets kinda fat, need to go on a walk
Need to go on a jog
N***a broke, I can offer a job
Lil' Wayne, yeah, she eat my lollipop
You don't want no smoke, Sito not care
Fah, fah-fah-fah
Now he got instant regret
Fuck the industry, ain't nobody pay
I'm too real and that make 'em upset (Too real)
N***a don't want smoke, cigarette
Pockets on fat (Trill), Russian roulette
N***as be capped out for internet
I'm just the one, I can't get into that
N***as be lame changing my set
Can't do that, my mind already set
N***a, you a bitch, it is what it is
But n***a, you a ho, it's just that (Damn, damn)
In the foreign with the turbo jet and I ain't talkin' 'bout no hot tub, n***a
Dropped out, said, "Fuck high school, n***a"
Her pussy bald like Caillou, n***a
Let me just run this by you, n***a
I'm still a legend that made six figures
And each year, man, I never get bigger
Diamonds on me and she still a gold digger
Diamonds are for everyone, one
[Outro]
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