MontannaATM - Slime Shit
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{Chorus}
Slime shit, still locked in with the gang, they hate the way I do it
Twenty-three hundred for a pint of Wock', I’m out here sippin' fluid
It ain't no secret my niggas ’bout that money and murder, fuck that music
Had to put them Perkies down, I had begin to abuse 'em
Kemo died off a Perc', made me not even wanna use it
He got a gun in every picture, I ain't never seen him use it
I told that bitch I feel notorious, might pop out rockin' Gucci
I'm in the trenches havin' fun, mix Versace with the Gucci
{Verse}
Fuck my opps, them niggas lamе, broke as fuck, them niggas goofy
They can't sit with mе and gang, we havin’ motion, we get it movin’
Don't give no fuck ’bout who in the way, for that bag, we gon' move 'em
Spinnin' and spinnin’, we jump out a black truck
First nigga run, we fuckin' his back up
The 9 tatted on my body, I put work in for the 6
I put in work right on the 6, got shot five times on the 6
When that bullet hit my head, I thought shit was over with
I stood tall, ten toes with it, we got back, I'm over it
If it's any smoke with the gang, tell me what it is
Niggas hidin' in them cribs, bitch, we comin' in
If he got that work, nigga, you know what it is
Put a tax on your block, we need our fuckin' ends
Bitch-ass nigga, don't get extorted, you know them takers lit
Labels say a couple hundred thou', I need some fuckin' Ms
You signed for fifty racks, lil' nigga wild, you can't even buy a crib
Niggas washed up, need to hang it up, me and gang gon' shine for real
{Chorus}
Slime shit, still locked in with the gang, they hate the way I do it
Twenty-three hundred for a pint of Wock', I'm out here sippin' fluid
It ain't no secret my niggas 'bout that money and murder, fuck that music
Had to put them Perkies down, I had begin to abuse 'em
Kemo died off a Perc', made me not even wanna use it
He got a gun in every picture, I ain't never seen him use it
I told that bitch I feel notorious, might pop out rockin' Gucci
I'm in the trenches havin' fun, mix Versace with the Gucci
{Chorus}
Slime shit, still locked in with the gang, they hate the way I do it
Twenty-three hundred for a pint of Wock', I’m out here sippin' fluid
It ain't no secret my niggas ’bout that money and murder, fuck that music
Had to put them Perkies down, I had begin to abuse 'em
Kemo died off a Perc', made me not even wanna use it
He got a gun in every picture, I ain't never seen him use it
I told that bitch I feel notorious, might pop out rockin' Gucci
I'm in the trenches havin' fun, mix Versace with the Gucci
{Verse}
Fuck my opps, them niggas lamе, broke as fuck, them niggas goofy
They can't sit with mе and gang, we havin’ motion, we get it movin’
Don't give no fuck ’bout who in the way, for that bag, we gon' move 'em
Spinnin' and spinnin’, we jump out a black truck
First nigga run, we fuckin' his back up
The 9 tatted on my body, I put work in for the 6
I put in work right on the 6, got shot five times on the 6
When that bullet hit my head, I thought shit was over with
I stood tall, ten toes with it, we got back, I'm over it
If it's any smoke with the gang, tell me what it is
Niggas hidin' in them cribs, bitch, we comin' in
If he got that work, nigga, you know what it is
Put a tax on your block, we need our fuckin' ends
Bitch-ass nigga, don't get extorted, you know them takers lit
Labels say a couple hundred thou', I need some fuckin' Ms
You signed for fifty racks, lil' nigga wild, you can't even buy a crib
Niggas washed up, need to hang it up, me and gang gon' shine for real
{Chorus}
Slime shit, still locked in with the gang, they hate the way I do it
Twenty-three hundred for a pint of Wock', I'm out here sippin' fluid
It ain't no secret my niggas 'bout that money and murder, fuck that music
Had to put them Perkies down, I had begin to abuse 'em
Kemo died off a Perc', made me not even wanna use it
He got a gun in every picture, I ain't never seen him use it
I told that bitch I feel notorious, might pop out rockin' Gucci
I'm in the trenches havin' fun, mix Versace with the Gucci
