Soulja Slimm lyrics

[Intro: Rob49 & Skilla Baby]
(Diego)
(Chambers)
(They know when we step in the store, b*tch, we shuttin' down whole store)
Huh?
(Now it's magic, but it looks magical)
Woo, huh (DJ Bandz)

[Verse 1: Skilla Baby & Rob49]
n*gga, I was hustlin' dog sh*t 'fore my rap career started
All the fans think I'm a artist, really, n*gga, I'm retarded
b*tch, they know me by first name at Saks Fifth and Neiman Marcus
I done smacked heads and served crackheads in them apartments (Said)

[Verse 2: Rob49 & Skilla Baby]
Have you seen a junkie OD off big dope?
I done seen a lot of n*ggas get pimped out by they ho
I done stuffed di*k in her ass, they called 49 a as*h*le
I done ran up me some bands, they think I be with Durk and 'nem (Huh?)

[Verse 3: Skilla Baby & Rob49]
Make my fiend kill a n*gga, make a blowhead blow at him
Make her f*ck me in slow motion, Juvenile, Soulja Slim
She want me and 49, she know we both comin' trim
Too P, she-she-me, I'm too turnt to be a simp (Said, huh?)
[Verse 4: Rob49 & Skilla Baby]
Plus, her old n*gga a shrimp, he ain't havin' like this
I done spent a hundred thousand on my brand new b*tch
I can't stuff guap in my pocket 'cause my pants too skinny
When we walk inside in this b*tch, n*gga, know I'm that n*gga (Hoo)
Bronem tryna score, alright? You better come get your ho (Huh), yeah

[Verse 5: Skilla Baby]
Bronem already know, if they see his ass, blow for sure (Huh)
We tryna paint his ass, can't nobody save his ass
It's Skilla and Krazy Man (Baow), b*tch, I'm a maniac

[Verse 6: Rob49 & Skilla Baby]
Ooh, I'm doin' a diamond dance
f*ck hoes, no strings attached
I know me and bro cool and all, but where my paper at?
It's Skilla and Krazy Man, we known for spendin' bands
It cost when you f*ck bad hoes in one night, I paid her wet (Woo)

[Verse 7: Skilla Baby]
We known for havin' Glocks with switches, gettin' on n*ggas' ass
We play for hits, not attempts, n*gga, send that paper back
Ma dukes'll sick a court date, she couldn't wait to say I rap
My boy ain't never went to college, he be steppin' like a frat

[Verse 8: Rob49]
Yeah, listen to me closely, he sell white like he a honky, huh
I done killed the game to get this cheese, that's blood money, huh
And my cousin Crip, but he'll still blood somethin', huh
I don't even much see how n*ggas want beef with no money
[Verse 9: Skilla Baby]
Baby wetter than an ocean, pus*y put me in a coma
Seen so many n*ggas die, pull up, shootin' no emotion
Rap got me rich, but I still shake a bag in North Dakota
What you got that nine for? I'll still rob like I'm from Nola

[Verse 10: Rob49]
Still'll rob like I'm from Nola, I got that bag and turned my ho up
First time n*gga come play with this, we killin' him dead, you gotta know it
On they ass, they know 49 be kickin' sh*t like he a horse
Seen a lot of n*ggas die, I still got hate inside my heart, ooh
Love, I'm tryna tell you, whenever you lie to me, I know it

[Verse 11: Skilla Baby]
A couple n*ggas I wanna kill when I'm at home, but I don't show it
A n*gga play me, I torch him
Mama, I need a lawyer
My first Glock was sweet as hell, the hood flip me, I throw it (Woo, woo)

[Verse 12: Rob49]
Sir, I'm f*ckin' your daughter
I still sell weed in the apartments
I still get b*tches when I'm in my city, I J that P like Morgan
I'm sayin', you feel me, dog?
Kill sh*t like Holocaust
He play today, I swear to God, he in the morgue tomorrow
[Outro: Rob49]
Yeah
Pop yo' sh*t, Skilla
313-504 sh*t, man, stop playin' with a n*gga
Ha, hahaha, yeah
VC in V—, you know what I'm sayin'?
Boston cartel, Boston mafia, n*gga know what it is, man
Yeah, f*ck how you feelin'
Yeah, it is what it is