Sli’merre sh*t lyrics

by

BB Beats


[Intro: Young Nudy & Playboi Carti]
Huh?
I'm gassin' in this b*tch (What?)

[Chorus 1: Playboi Carti]
Yeah, they tryna be cray (Mm, yeah)
They tryna be cray (Mm, yeah)
She wanna meet Carti (Mm, Carti)
That b*tch is a Barbie (Yeah)
I'ma f*ck these hoes (Ooh)
I'm on 730
Got a brand new pack like Kid Cudi (Brand new)
I smoke dope like Kid Cudi
Push up and get the slugs from me (Slime, slime)
I'm with all the sh*ts (Slime, slime)
We pull up with sh*t (Yeah)
We pull up with, uh (Yeah)
We pull up with sticks, hold up
We pull out the van, hold up
We pull out the sh*t, ayy
I pull out the 9, hold up
I pull out and blitz, hold up
I pull out the fire, hold up
I pull out with SIGs (Brrt)
I'm smokin' out the pound
Your b*tch tryna suck my di*k, yeah
The b*tch gonna ride the di*k, yeah
The b*tch get thrown in the pit
[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Gotta go now (Go)
Gotta go, swervin' in my whip can't slow down (Go, skrr)
Drivin' fancy cars, boy, I'm on the road now (Hm)
Automatic start, my Vic take a code now (Now)
Yeah, rockstar, heavy metal, no guitar (Guitar)
Why you pay so much for your Nissan? Because it's GTR (R)
First I shift it, click it, burnin' rubber like I'm movin' dark (Yeah)
Drive at night, I chop my top so I can relate to the stars

[Pre-Chorus: Young Nudy & Lil Uzi Vert]
(Yeah)
n*gga, hundred shots off, n*gga, man down, okay (Man down)
(Relate to the stars)
Now they call my phone talkin' 'bout, "Stand down," uh-uh (Talkin' 'bout, "Stand down")
Now I need some money, got my hand out (Got my hand out)
You got yourself in some sh*t, now you can't get out, okay (True)

[Chorus 2: Young Nudy & 21 Savage]
Runnin' from the cops (Cops)
Gotta keep my Glock (Gotta keep my Glock)
When I see them cops (Cops)
You know I have my Glock (Know I have my Glock)
Middle finger, f*ck 12 (Yeah)
Always on my block (Always on my block)
Middle finger to the opp, we gon' pop at opps (We gon' pop at opps)
Pop a body, drop him (Drop him)
Cop a body, deuces (Deuces)
They be talkin' 'bout it (Huh?)
But don't know who be doin' it (Don't know who be doin' it)
These n*ggas be talkin' (Talkin')
They lemon squeeze (Lemon squeeze)
XD (XD) (21)
[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
(21)
I ain't taking disrespect, lil' n*gga (straight up)
Put a couple holes in your neck, lil' n*gga (God)
f*ck a diss song, get you stressed, lil' n*gga (21)
Got a shoestring 'round my TEC, lil' n*gga (facts)
Got a Mulsanne and a Vette, lil' n*gga (21)
Brand new Carbon one-five and it's red, dawg (21)
I ain't tryna f*ck you, I just want some head, dawg (yeah)
Straight up out the Six and we don't shoot at legs, dawg (leg)
Zone 6 n*ggas love to see the white meat (21)
I put codeine all in my ice tea (red)
Take a n*gga b*tch and then I make her wifey (yeah)
Take a n*gga b*tch and then we do the nasty (yeah)
All these diamonds dripping, now she wanna bite me (facts)
She broke up with that n*gga, now he wanna fight me (ha)
Fox 5 Gang, we don't do no fighting (gang)
This Glock gon' knock a n*gga down like Tyson

[Chorus 1: Playboi Carti]
Yeah, they tryna be cray (Mm, yeah)
They tryna be cray (Mm, yeah)
She wanna meet Carti (Mm, Carti)
That b*tch is a Barbie (Yeah)
I'ma f*ck these hoes (Ooh)
I'm on 730
Got a brand new pack like Kid Cudi (Brand new)
I smoke dope like Kid Cudi
Push up and get the slugs from me (Slime, slime)
I'm with all the sh*ts (Slime, slime)
We pull up with sh*t (Yeah)
We pull up with, uh (Yeah)
We pull up with sticks, hold up
We pull out the van, hold up
We pull out the sh*t, ayy
I pull out the 9, hold up
I pull out and blitz, hold up
I pull out the fire, hold up
I pull out with SIGs (Brrt)
I'm smokin' out the pound
Your b*tch tryna suck my di*k, yeah
The b*tch gonna ride the di*k, yeah
The b*tch get thrown in the pit
[Chorus 2: Young Nudy]
Runnin' from the cops (Cops)
Gotta keep my Glock (Gotta keep my Glock)
When I see them cops (Cops)
You know I have my Glock (Know I have my Glock)
Middle finger, f*ck 12 (Yeah)
Always on my block (Always on my block)
Middle finger to the opp, we gon' pop at opps (We gon' pop at opps)
Pop a body, drop him (Drop him)
Cop a body, deuces (Deuces)
They be talkin' 'bout it (Huh?)
But don't know who be doin' it (Don't know who be doin' it)
These n*ggas be talkin' (Talkin')
They lemon squeeze (Lemon squeeze)
XD (XD)
Ooh, lemon squeeze (Brrt-brrt-brrt)
Yeah
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