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[Intro: Baby Jamo]
Uh
Hey Tall Slime (Aye Tall Slime)
Uh uh
You know I'm on sh*t n*gga I been that n*gga
(Don Gotti you did that)
All that other sh*t I ain't on that
Uh (Nah for real)
Hey Rocky (Aye Rocky)
What the f*ck it do n*gga?
What do I tell him on this one n*gga? (Nah for real)
Uh, uh
Aye Tall Slime, uh, (Long live Ahk n*gga), uh

[Verse 1: Baby Jamo]
And we got to go in the day time
Keep on rapping you know I don't waste time
Only seventeen and I ain't on play time
f*ck with the opps and you know that you get slimed uh
You n*ggas be dissin' and rappin'
I told you I'm spankin' they block n*gga buyin' it
I can't make sh*t up these n*ggas be cappin'
Yeah it was nothing and watch it get active

[Verse 2: Rocky]
And you know I'm throwin' the oop
I got the drop from the b*tch now I'm givin' her the boot
And I got the one not the two
Slide in that free car you know it's shots out the roof
And I'm a lil' slimy lil' dude
[?] got a switch you know you makin' the news
And I make it do what it do
I'm ridin' with Littles you n*ggas better not snooze
Uh, we pushin' up we gon' make us a block shake
I got the drop with them Drac's it's a earthquake
We out real early and fishin' his block late
Breezy set it up we call it the shake-and-bake
[Verse 3: Baby Jamo]
Uh, and we got to go on a mission
n*ggas keep talkin' they know they gon' get it
You need to go slide 'cause brodie is missin' (Open your man up)
Rap-ass n*ggas be speakin' the fictious
Uh, you say "I'm your cousin" I burn your ass up
And I got that rundown see if it ain't tucked
You can ask about Tall Slime grew up rough
You can run into me, yeah tryna call my bluff
And I got the ball in the endzone
And I'm makin' flips and the hits off the flip phone
I'm goin' down the C, nah I ain't that grown
And yeah I'm tryna spank you even better I come home
Nah I ain't worried about opps
Run up a check then f*ck up a block, uh
Yeah I get out that car
Get on my vic' and spark my Glock, uh
I used to go to school with you n*ggas
You n*ggas ain't thorough you ain't got no heart, uh (You b*tch-ass n*ggas)
Me and Ruger in them hallways they ain't want no parts
Uh, I know I'm the motherf*ckin' topic
Say that they rap but they really be targets
I swear I'm a killer I used to be robbin'
The way that I grew up couldn't get no harder
For real, but I been stuck on sh*t
n*ggas keep talkin' AP in the dip
And I got to reach and work from the hip
Lift up the K and we hit his men up
7.62s it don't got no kick bro (Nah for real)
Aim at his top and give him a hiccup
Make shorty fall down and you got to stand up
Spank him on the chin then you got to man up
f*ck on my opps they lowkey be fans bro
f*ckin' with b*tches I'm going to catch you layin' up (Uh)
You f*ck with my opps I don't dap you or handup
Nah we ain't makin' no diss songs (Nah)
We looking for Murda you know we gon' get holmes, uh
Want you some clout better get on
You can have my eyes I want to put my men on, uh (Goofy-ass n*gga)
I'm on a whole different level
You go to the stu' and don't get no better, uh (Damn)
Come through pull up with metal I ain't tryna talkin' I'm just tryna settle, uh (Yeah)
And I hit the block with the re-rock
You know Tall Slime will spin on any block (Aye Tall Slime)
You know that it's nothing to get us a free car (It's nothing)
You know that that 40 is wherever we are (Boom, boom, boom)
Whats-his-name gave me the drop
Life like crack too young for the bar
Still long live Ahk I got to pop me a bar (Uh)
Even when I'm sober when I spin on the opps
Me and SD spinned ten in the morning
Pulled up on [?] then I floored it (Damn)
Feds on the whip we doin' it
Hop out and crunch 'em and n*gga we do it
And I got a younging on sh*t
He only fourteen with a 40 on 5th
He got us the whips and he earned him a stick
And I keep him with me I bet he don't miss uh
[Outro]
Uh, nah for real (I'm tellin' you)