Slime In Chalk lyrics

[Intro: Sada Baby]
(JRag on the beat)
Ayy, hmm

[Verse 1: Sada Baby]
I just drunk two bullets raw
Dumped an eight and saved a four for Walk
He meet your date, he be done broke the b*tch and made lil' baby walk
Ain't tryna talk about no slimy sh*t, outline a snake in chalk
Drop a four of Tris, huh, get to smokin' sh*t, huh
I peep the opp, my pistol c*ck, I'm 'bout to blow this b*tch, huh
Slide with Wop, made DT stop so we could split a wig, huh
Make me turn it up, put money on they head then, crank
Just bought me a new Drac', huh, shoot that b*tch 'til it break, huh
Kill a n*gga while I'm off drank, huh, high as hell, I aim great, huh
Big dawg get you scraped, huh, big dawg get you dead, huh
Rich as hell, on holidays, I like to sip on red
If a n*gga tell on me, I bеt I kill him in the feds, duh

[Verse 2: Sauce Walka]
It's four hundred in my cup, you know I don't drink chеap
Last old n*gga played with me, his whole hood went sleep
You know snakes only kill rats because birds ain't weak
You know snakes can't kill an ape, you pus*y ain't strangle no beast
All that sissin' and that hissin' really b*tch sh*t, n*gga
You done hid behind your girl and got your b*tch hit, n*gga
I run a full blitz, them chopsticks, that's a hitstick, n*gga
Me and Lil Stewy got lil' Uzis, we shovel sh*t, b*tch n*gga
Break a n*gga unc' on Friday, make his disk slip, n*gga
n*gga, that ain't no real Versace, spell that sh*t, b*tch n*gga
And if you rich, still on paperwork, you still a b*tch, n*gga
Money don't change sh*t, n*gga
Should've kept your lips zipped, n*gga
[Verse 3: Sada Baby & Sauce Walka]
Hold up (Ooh-wee)
I'm the man, I got bands, I got plans to get you dealt with
I got plans to get you seen 'bout, I'm that n*gga they sweep streets 'bout
Squad them punch your teeth out, bust you, make you bleed out
Wax'll whack a n*gga 'bout them racks, on God 'nem
I been gettin' straps on top of straps, keep buyin' 'em
Police been tryna catch me in the act, I keep dodgin' 'em
Big FN, I'm finna blow you back, on fye 'nem (Crank)
I got magazines on magazines, but not the ones you read
I been servin' fiends steak and cheese, got every drug you need
Huh, take a n*gga b*tch and f*ck that ho while Skuba junkie high
Pills rubbin' all against her twins (sh*t), guess my money hidin', duh

[Verse 4: Sauce Walka]
n*gga p*ss me off at five, he gon' die at eight
I love every animal on earth except for rats and snakes
I'm a country-ass pimp, I love shrimp and steak
n*gga, my daddy went OT, been broke Ricki Lake
n*gga, your daddy was a b*tch, he be at church every day
I ain't never had a job, but I be at work every day
n*gga, my opps ain't never scored, they wear dead shirts every day
You better believe it ain't no scrimmage if my twin press play
Me and Sada them put thirty lines up in Nevada
When we hit Detroit, we doin' sixty, we want double problems
I just broke a model, it was fast, I went full throttle
Seen the booty waddle and I got her 'cause I need ciabatta
[Outro: Sauce Walka]
On sauce
Big Squad, uh
Can't nobody hit that sh*t like Sada, though