Slime lyrics

[Intro: GlockBoyz TeeJaee & Roadrunner GlockBoyz Tez]
Come on, GlockBoyz, n*gga
Down the street, n*gga
Ayy

[Chorus: Roadrunner GlockBoyz Tez & GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
I'll call my young boy to get you slimed out (Get you slimed out)
Opps really broke as f*ck, let me find out (Let me find out)
Bail was only five hundred, couldn't bind out (He couldn't get out that b*tch)
Chopper sittin' in the corner, it's on timeout

[Verse 1: Roadrunner GlockBoyz Tez & GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
I'll put that b*tch on a n*gga like fap fap (Yeah)
Runnin' through the alley, me and Fat Fat
Dameboy, he known to set the corner in that Scat Pack
It's a chop in there, ain't no books in that backpack
It's some rocks in that b*tch, that's a jetpack
I think these n*ggas lost they mind, where that map at? (Where that map at?)
Opps walked in the club, where that strap at?
n*ggas playin' both sides, don't get caught where that net at (Don't get caught where that net at)
Off-White, big B's (Big B's)
We don't do no layups, we shoot big threes (We shoot big threes)
The opps run fast as hell, ten-speed (Yeah)
She tryna pull up to the pad, b*tch— (What the f*ck?)
Ayy, b*tch, beat it, ayy
I ain't never lost a b*tch that I needed (Yeah, never)
I heard your dog died like you ain't feed it
Better not leave your gun at home, if you see me, you gon' need it (You gon' need that b*tch all the time)
You an actin'-ass n*gga, take five
I don't really miss with this b*tch, better thank God
n*gga only made SayCheese 'cause he fake died
He don't really smoke zaz, n*ggas fake high
[Chorus: Roadrunner GlockBoyz Tez & GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
I'll call my young boy to get you slimed out
Opps really broke as f*ck, let me find out (Let me find out)
Bail was only five hundred, couldn't bind out (He couldn't get out that b*tch)
Chopper sittin' in the corner, it's on timeout (Come get your punishment, nevermind)

[Verse 2: Roadrunner GlockBoyz Tez]
Chopper sittin' in the corner, I'm finna pick it up
Every time we see an opp, they be b*tchin' up
Call the Drac' Jesus, it'll set sh*t up
The opps should've showed Osama how to hide
We be ridin' past every drop when we slide
b*tch, you a rat, f*ck I look like doin' sixty-nine? (Lame ass)
Saw that n*gga watchin' power, should've fixed his blinds
b*tch tried to set me up, but it ain't work (It ain't work)
I hope every last opp pop a fake Perc'
n*gga wearin' six n*ggas on the same shirt
Blow a n*gga down, that'd make the game work (Dead ass)
Catch another n*gga, that'd make the pain worse (Make the pain worse)
Pushed that n*gga sh*t through, see if his name worth (See if his name worth)
n*ggas don't care about no money, they want fame first (n*ggas dumb)
Your b*tch cheated 'cause you broke, you can't blame us

[Verse 3: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
Man, you gotta know we use it if we sold it and it was mine
Man, ask around, n*ggas beef with us and then they end up dyin'
Man, I ain't lyin', beef'd be over if my n*ggas wasn't doin' time
You gotta know he caught a body if he came with me and mine
Man, man, I be hittin' hoes on some fluke sh*t and scammin'
I made a twenty with that b*tch, got some neck, then flew my mans on her
My dog fightin' with that work, he put his hands on it
Man, n*ggas drive-by killers, we catch a body, get out and stand on it
Man, I like hoes who like hoes and get hoes and bring 'em home
Got me some neck before I knew her name, you know what I'm on
Man, n*ggas die, roll 'em up, smoke they ass like they a pon
I'm in the hood playin' all slow jams, let's get it on
n*gga, I put that fully on repeat, my favorite song
Man, all my hoes strippers, so everywhere I go, I bring the pole (Ayy)
We treat opps like the bag, give it some time, they gon' be gone
I whipped my phone out while she was suckin' di*k, she struck a pose
You catch me ridin' in that whip without no plates and I'm with— (And I'm with—)
That mean that fully ridin' with me, I'm lookin' for you
Man, on my way home from the T, and had to make a stop in Kentucky
Man, if you beef with us and still livin', I ain't lyin', you lucky (Man, you lucky, n*gga)
[Outro: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
n*ggas beef with us and die, I ain't gon' lie, n*gga
n*ggas beef with us and still alive, you still— n*gga
If you beef with us and still alive, I ain't lyin', you lucky, n*gga
Come on, GlockBoyz, n*gga
You know what the f*ck goin' on, n*gga
Free my n*ggas