Slime Ball lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah (Ooh, Stan, turn me up)
Real sh*ttyBoyz sh*t
She gon' f*ck 'cause the sh*ttyBoyz lit, dumbass n*gga
Ha-ha, yeah
Matter fact, she gon' f*ck 'cause my chain dance, ha-ha
sh*ttyBoyz, sh*ttyBoyz (Yeah, yeah, okay)
Yeah

[Verse]
She gon' f*ck 'cause my chain dance
Mirror tint buffs, f*ck a Ray-Ban
Unky play with rock, he a caveman
You ain't SBD$M? b*tch, we ain't mans
My b*tch bougie, she not f*cking if you ain't Stan
Casamigo in my Solo, b*tch, I can't stand
I quit cheating on my b*tch, now I'm a changed man
b*tch, I'm getting rich or dying trying, that's my game plan
Road run, I don't side walk
Crack cards, don't get dimes off
Why is yo b*tch on my balls?
If it's up, we sending .223s through his drywall
Wipe his nose, I be running with some slimeballs
Said it's on the floor, we spilt him there like Pine-Sol
Gotta comе up out them racks if you want my sauce
Yo b*tch on me likе a eyelid 'cause she know I ball
Say he on our head? Now a tee what his face on
God got a ruler and I ride with the Draco
[?] Wocky mix when unky count his pesos
Cutting into hoes, you wanna f*ck? Then just say so
Green, pink, and blue, sh*t, the pockets look like rainbows
n*ggas think they wanna play with us until it's game on
Used to laugh at me, now I'm f*cking on them same hoes
If bro ain't kill his ass, he in the 'spital tryna hang on
They done got yo motherf*cking baby in that one bag
Went and bought another Glock like I don't got enough MAGs
On my way to Somerset like I don't pop enough tags
Fendi got yo baby looking like I'm tryna flunk class
Catch me in the strip, I'm upping blues while I touch ass
Gotta know if you ain't running with us, better run fast
Marching like Nick Cannon 'cause the blicky got a drum mag'
She don't know I only like her neck, with her dumbass
Huh, huh, yeah, huh, with her dumbass, alright, huh
Twenties green, fifties pink but my hunnids blue
Team full of L's, y'all ain't seen no W's
If it's up then it's stuck, n*gga, f*ck a truce
Funny how yo baby tryna eat me like a Lunchable
Wouldn't even cuff a b*tch if I was DPD
Drac' tucked but I'm still rocking Yeezy sneaks
All yo baby know is punch like I'm GGG
Since I'm up, all these b*tches wanna sleep with me
She was talking down, now that mouth where my p*nis be
Seven hunnid horses, we evade the cops easily
Yo b*tch cheating on you 'cause she know you got teeny cheese
b*tch, I'm eating off the 201s, not no EBT
[Outro]
Ha-ha, yeah (Ooh, Stan, turn me up)
sh*ttyBoyz, Dog $hit Militia, that's on every song, dumbass n*gga
Whole lotta gang sh*t