Slimey Guy

[Intro]
(Hm, these guys going back and forth, you know, talking- talking 'bout this, talkin' 'bout that) Dig We gon' tell you how it is, nigga (Dig) (Don't get me confused in the conversation) Uno, I killed it

[Chorus]
He's a slimy guy, he'll wipe your nose just to cap some Ain't my type of time, so on y'all, I'm gon' nap some can't go back and forth 'bout a bitch who ain't bringing that cash home I can not feel sorry 'bout a nigga who ain't got no backbone (La música de Harry Fraud) We was ridin' out with choppers, Glizzies, and the four pound (Right now) How you grew up with a nigga and you act like you never knew him now?

Am I glowing up or are these niggas glowing down?
I am not the rock, not a rundown, this a walk down Niggas changed on me and I still don't even know how

[Verse]
Thought I told you how my killers come out when the sun's down Never was the one to throw the shade around like the sundial Hop up on the jet, quarter Xan', lights out Yeah, yeah, on codeine, I can talk about these scars now (On codeine, dig) All these war wounds start to look like art now (What? All these wars) Free my dog in the pen, he gon' bark now (What? What?) Yeah, yeah, and he live through me, I hold his heart now Yeah, catch a nigga broad day, pull his card out (Bitch) I am so geeked up, I am far out, yeah In the back of a Bentley truck passed out, yeah Dreaming bout a billion-dollar cash route, yeah (Dig) Yeah, spare me the details Bitch named Shelly sold a lot of seashells And a nigga acting scary like he never seen shells Hollow-tips aimin' at your head, get derailed, yeah (Dig) Here's a tip, lil' bitch, go get some business 'bout yourself Put the tip in that lil' bitch and she went chicken leg I swear Hee-hee, VVS, yes sir And you know I got a bad bitch doin' fish scale