Slime for Fun lyrics

[Intro]
Uh
This that sh*t I like to
I like to get on here and tell they ass anything on sh*t like this
Ayy, Jugg
This that sh*t they want right here
Mob
Ayy, Solider, slime that
Know I'm mobbin' hard, b*tch
b*tch, yeah
b*tch
b*tch
Mob, uh

[Verse]
That n*gga perpetrate, you know the tool gon' spark, you know the tool gon' spark
I aim the Glock, I'm tryna rip him apart, but I ain't gon' blow at his heart
They tryna spin through the 'yo and we makin' that car stop
Compact G 30, I'ma knock off that boy top
He don't know how to trap, he ain't never go sell a rock
He talkin' that sh*t, I'ma get him put in a box
I get the cash from the rap, but I trap out
I don't gate in the streets, I'ma let n*ggas crap out
Found where they hangin', his block gettin' mapped out
Roll up the window, b*tch, we gotta hop out
You hearin' that tough talk 'til I pull a Glock out
She wettin' the di*k up, your b*tch got a mop mouth
They bluffin' at shows, we whippin' the chops out
We don't do it for nothin', b*tch, we tryna rock out
When I was a youngin, b*tch, I was in bars
I ride through the city, I'm totin' a bomb
Don't run up on us, 'cause we knock off arms
Got too much to lose to be takin' a charge
But if you really with me, you takin' a charge
'Cause I put in that work to go sit with the stars
Before I chase b*tches, I buy foreign cars
Get mama a mansion, I gotta go hard
I don't want 'em around 'cause they talkin' too much
If I know you a snake, I ain't givin' my trust
Everybody duck when we rumblin' up
I'm not gettin' robbed 'cause my pole will be tucked
And the new ARP, I'ma fold it up
n*gga beefin' with us, then he bold as f*ck
If he think sh*t a joke, then his nose get plugged
Got three-five blunt, I'ma roll it up
Get money from rappin', I f*cked up a hundred
Sport truck do way more than a hundred
They mad at me, they ain't gettin' money
I sleep after dark, but I trap when it's sunny
di*k in her throat, she don't know when I'm comin'
Got glick with a stick and he know I ain't runnin'
Think sh*t a joke and this b*tch get to dumpin'
I'm blowin' this b*tch, I ain't goin' for nothin'
I ain't tweetin' at all, I'm comin' to get a man
Black suit, black Glock, b*tch, I feel like a hitman
Streamin' on iTunes, I'm gettin' big bands
That n*gga ain't blow when he caught up with his man
I want him dead, I'ma send in a trick b*tch
Ain't buy that b*tch Gucci, she throwin' a big fit
Me and my n*ggas, we stuck like a gluestick
I'm stuck with my b*tch, I ain't chasin' no new b*tch
I'm on the block in the rain or the snow, n*gga
Call me whatever, can't say I'm a ho, n*gga
n*ggas get mad when I tell 'em no, n*gga
I don't know sh*t but pull up and blow, n*gga
You got a b*tch who'll go to her old n*gga
My b*tch do it, take her and his soul, n*gga
Big buck b*tches and big bankrolls, n*gga
I want the Mo', I ain't sippin' on rose, n*gga
Stuck on my dogs, I'ma go on the road with 'em
They got a show, then they know I'm gon' roll with 'em
They tryna spin, then they know I'm gon' go with 'em
I buy the guns, my young n*ggas go get 'em
I'm gettin' money, b*tch, I'm a go-getter
I run the trap, b*tch, I'm a dope dealer
I done been hurt before, I ain't got no feelings
Coke and the boat, b*tch, I'm sellin' both, n*gga