Real Slime lyrics

[Intro: Slimesito & BeezyB]
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On gang
Big gang sh*t goin' on
You know how the f*ck we rockin' n*gga
50

[Verse 1: BeezyB]
I keep a chopstick and I move militant
I'm a real slime, be hangin' with amphibians
High rankin', all I collect is dividends
Bulletproof, n*gga I'm feelin' like "many men"
Ten chopsticks posted in the minivan
I got shooters and they comin' from Pakistan
All that pump fakin', he got put in an ambulance
I got shooters, wrap em' up in saran
You only gangster when yo' ass on the gram'
Mafioso, I'm tied in with the fam
Fully automatics, they never jam
Sendin' bullets, n*gga, I feel like I'm Cam

[Verse 2: Slimesito]
Mafioso, I'm tied in with the fam
My gang totin' sticks like we from Iran
I'm trained to go, off the rip I'm gon' blam
That Glock .40 on me and that sh*t tanned
El Jefe n*gga, I'm not no middlеman
My shooters whackin' sh*t like we thе new Klan
Posted in the trap, countin' trap bands
OG status but I'm not from the land
Cooler on that stick, I call it a fan
I just f*cked your b*tch, that hoe is a fan
n*gga sippin' but it's not the right brand
Beezy with me, that's my right hand man
My n*ggas killin' sh*t like they in Sudan
My partner whack you for a couple them bands
I make the call and they hoppin' out vans
Just sent a hit now I'm smokin' four grams
[Verse 3: BeezyB]
I got four glicks, hoppin' out the Porsche
Don't run up on me, n*gga, you'll get torched
At the roundtable, shooters poppin' corks
16 doin' drills in a Ford
You can't send no hit, you can't afford
Bullets hit him, sent his ass to the morgue
Me and my plug on the same accord
Walk in the mansion, all you see is blow
I souped up the stick, it used to hit slow
Greenlight him now he dead on the floor
I got shooters and they come from the 4
Extortion gang, even taxin' the store
I got mini sticks, I don't gotta' c*ck it
Quickdraw, n*gga, I'm feelin' like Harden
Reload it, n*gga, then drop the cartridge
Like NASA, n*gga, I keep the rocket

[Verse 4: Slimesito]
Walkin' around my town just like a prophet
50 band gang, we the main topic
Gettin' this work off, I'm countin' that profit
Nothin' but them blue hunnids' in my pocket
All of my young n*ggas they outta' pocket
Walk down shootin' n*ggas like paparazzi
Got his ass slimed now he need a autopsy
My shooter killin' n*ggas just like some Nazi's
I'm with the slimes, they might air out the party
That b*tch trappin' for me, that's my lil' shawty
Sippin' Hi-Tec, I don't drink no Bacardi
Ain't talkin' bout' money then you better not call me
I just cut that b*tch and now she tryna' stalk me
Had the FN on me when the opps saw me
I know that they plottin' but they will not off me
I'm off of these drugs and I look like a zombie
In the trap and I'm strapped up with that Tommy
Ever since I was young, I been a problem
Run up in the trap, get hit with that llama
I ain't gon' hesitate, n*gga, I'm gon' pop em'
[Outro]
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