Slime Flow lyrics

[Intro: Lil Tecca]
Pew, pew
Yeah
Brr, brr
Bop-bop-bop-bop-bop-bop
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Lil Tecca]
And I might just skrrt off like Tokyo Drift
He was talkin' that hot, now that boy on my list
And your b*tch givin' neck, now she talk with a lisp
Too much weight on the diamonds, you can't even lift
And they say that I'm awkward, they say that I'm stiff
And this rappin' a joke, I got rich off of this
Every song, I just did it again like Jay Critch
I just walk in the V.I.P, I just hop in the VIP
I might just skrrt off like Tokyo Drift
Got your b*tch on my di*k and she stay doin' tricks
I'm just countin' these hundreds, they say I'm the man
Hit up Rico, he play with them sticks like a band

[Verse 2: Rico Baby Savage]
This street sh*t, watch where you steppin'
Chop a n*gga like a n*gga in TEKKEN
Kill a n*gga, shoot his mom and his bredren
Hand me the dope, I'ma whip it in seconds
Just seen an opp, I sent him to Heaven
f*ck on your b*tch, she know what I rep
She gave me the Slurpie like 7/11
If I step out the crib, I'ma walk with a weapon
If it's street sh*t, I bleed that
Deep in the field like a quarterback
[?] like a running back
Got that black chopper like Jumpin' Jack's
f*ck-n*gga don't want no problems
If you want beef, we can solve it
Automatic or revolver
"Rico was not with the talkin' sh*t"
Strapped to the money if needs be
I know my family needs me
All of my young n*ggas need me
f*ck the game up, do it greasy
Watchin' my life like a movie
Flex on n*ggas like I'm Tookie
You say that you got a toolie
You gangster, n*gga? Come and shoot me, grr, bow
[Verse 3: Pasto Flocco]
Hop in the Bentley, the foreign whip
I cannot waste no time, I'm on my foreign sh*t
She want the Royce, yeah, she want exotic sh*t
Blowin' her back, blow it all on designer sh*t
Yeah, pull up to the scene, n*ggas don't want no static
Glock with a beam, that sh*t automatic
She f*ck with the team, she throw it, she clap it
You know what I mean, so why are you asking?
n*ggas wanna f*ck with the gang, where was you back then?
You was sittin' with them opp n*ggas, y'all would just pop sh*t
Who that? Oh, sh*t, opp n*gga, we dropped him
Pop him, take his chain, we gon' rob him
On green, n*gga, on my slime sh*t
You n*ggas never be on timin'
Went to Tecca's crib and I started rhymin'
Just copped the new AP, flooded with diamonds