Slimey Gng

[Intro]
Yeah
Gang
Six (The real one, Noisy on the beat)
Gang, gang, gang
Fuck wrong with these niggas? (Yeah, gang)
Big 2SG, six shit (Big Faceshot Gang, know what the fuck goin' on)
Get your bitch hit
Gang shit, no lame shit ​(It's free Rachi, BigFifty' Gang)
Know we be quick to bust your pah-pah-pah, gang (Long live Crazy, bitch, yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)

[Chorus]
I-I be lookin' down to all these niggas like I'm they dad (I swear)
Yeah, Slimy Gang wipe his nose (Slime), that dumb nigga went out sad (Dumb)
Me and gang gon' wait outside his crib (Let's go), we ain't got no time to shoot up no pad (Uh-huh)
Don't ask me who inside my blunt, that fuck nigga died soon as he threw a jab
I told his bitch to come outside (Ayy), she finna get scooped up just like a cab (Aight, come on)
Yeah, these niggas know we slimy as hell (Slime), don't get backdoored, don't get backstabbed (Yeah)
Yeah, bad nigga died, he speak on Fifty (Fifty)
Yeah, brand new Glock and that bitch hold fifty (Bah, bah)
Ayy, finna go have some fun, I just told Lil Flip I just bought me a brand new switchy (Fft)

[Verse]
Yeah, I got Wockhardt in my cup (That Wocky), she mad (Ayy, Wock'), she thought she was sippin' whiskey (That Wock', ha)
I just told Lil Tay I'm finna slide, he say he slidin' with me
I swear these niggas be my sons (Grrt), we finna take a trip to Disney (Ha)
Nigga throw a shot at me, I throw one back, my Glock a frisbee (Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah)
Ayy, way my Glock so loud, when I shoot that bitch you would think it was a bomb (That bitch a bomb, uh-uh, ha, whatever)
Old-ass nigga keep tryna preach that shit to me, he an Uncle Tom
I don't know why my opps keep woofin' like GetRich can't fuck they mom (Fuck your mom)
Place a bag on top his head (Top), I bet my shooters come do that job (Ayy, aight)
Yeah, they go hard and that's on God (Come on)
Call Luhreece, he'll pull your card (Come on)
Yeah, goin' out sad, you was cuffin' that broad (Wock')
Uh, you know 2 Solid Gang my squad
Yeah, let a fuck nigga come rock here and try me, I put it on six, he gon' meet this rod (Rod)
Now let a fuck nigga come rock here and try me, I put it on six, he gon' go meet God (Ooh, yeah, on God)

[Chorus]
I-I be lookin' down to all these niggas like I'm they dad (I swear)
Yeah, Slimy Gang wipe his nose (Slime), that dumb nigga went out sad (Dumb)
Me and gang gon' wait outside his crib (Let's go), we ain't got no time to shoot up no pad (Uh-huh)
Don't ask me who inside my blunt, that fuck nigga died soon as he threw a jab
I told his bitch to come outside (Ayy), she finna get scooped up just like a cab (Aight, come on)
Yeah, these niggas know we slimy as hell (Slime), don't get backdoored, don't get backstabbed (Yeah)
Yeah, bad nigga died, he speak on Fifty (Fifty)
Yeah, brand new Glock and that bitch hold fifty (Bah, bah)
Ayy, finna go have some fun, I just told Lil Flip I just bought me a brand new switchy (Fft, Flip)

[Outro]
(Noisy on the beat)