Slimetime lyrics

by

JID


[Intro]
We in the time of our life
East Atlanta, yeah
Word to Casey, yeah
Turn the music up
Primetime
That n*gga Smoove will say Slimetime
I'ma call this sh*t Slimetime
Uh

[Verse 1]
Savage JID, a maverick
I grab a b*tch up 'til I have somethin'
She said, "Can you make the bed rock?"
I do on my yabba dabba sh*t
But now I got the abracadabra
Find these funny actor rappers
Migo told me to chill, you could easily beat 'em
sh*t, JID, don't feed into the bull
The rage of a bull with cajun eyes locked in a cage
Filled with hatred and you hatin', speakin' this fugazi
And thinkin' it's gon' phase me?
f*ck n*gga, no pressure
I'm fly in my G6 but there is no Ke$ha
I'm 'bout to hit the homerun, where the f*ck is the catcher?
I got beef with a burger, mustard, ketchup
Five mixtapes in, please n*ggas catch up
Please n*ggas step up, p-please n*ggas step up
And not to imitate ya, I ain't the DJ for Justin Bieber
Did two of my mixtapes so I can make you a believer
If you don't know, been where you wanna be
I'm in where you won't go
The little n*gga cry wolf, but the wolf won't show
'Til it get time and that wolf get hungry
Now yo ass screamin' wolf, but nobody ain't comin' muthafu-
Primetime, my n*gga Smoove will say Slimetime
And when you turn on the tube, I'm like Bron Bron
A n*gga turn on some tunes, he like, "Momma don't cry
I be back in a while." That n*gga feelin' like I
[Refrain]
Ay JID
n*ggas out her fakin' and paper macheing
Government issued social security checks
Out generation, bruh
Hatin' n*ggas never prosper
n*ggas takin' shots?
You done f*cked around and shot yourself, bruh
Damn, career suicide
It's over

[Verse 2]
Origami, original game guru
Destin Route's the name, JID there the voodoo
I'm too cool and smoother than a woodgrain Ruger
It'll put your ass to sleep so soothin', it's not no movie
No cameras shootin', cameras watchin'
Feds and paparazzi
I make his girl give me some head and say grazi
And more shot like a Nazi
So confident plus c*cky, I don't give a f*ck
I'm knockin' boots with the hottest of hottest
And we go to dinner, she only order broccoli
She workin' on her diet, I'm like why?
With that ass, you like a buck-0-5
And I'm so high, I could eat up everything in the sky
Now that's funny, I could buy up everything in the store
Now that's money, and money that's comin' but I ain't seen yet
Ain't really got a team, just a couple n*ggas I f*ck with
And a million b*tches that f*ck with us, n*gga don't f*ck with us
[Outro]
See, the problem is
n*ggas wanna take shots
Via social networks
n*gga who the f*ck you supposed to be, Zuckenberg?
You ain't got racks
You ain't got millions
All you got is a pack of newports, short!
n*gga that's what your money is
Get right
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