Slime Season 7 lyrics

[Intro: Avery]
Uh, yeah

[Verse 1: Avery]
Picked up and waited for you clientele
Uh, pus*y you a dumb boy I wish you well
Uh, lighted up the ground boy I had to get a grill
Yeah, I might take off if I take another trip
My momma said, "Boy don't you worry, just worry 'bout yourself"
I got Comme des Garçons, I can not do no wrong
I was runnin' something else, now it's Fendi on that belt
And they washin' every stilt, and them haters everywhere
And the b*tches take me there, and the pills just take me there
Swag on swag on me I swear, got a bag on me I swear
And my pistol take you here
And you make me better, least I won't be better
And my wrist is where it at

[Verse 2: Yung Gravy]
Playing twenty-one with yo b*tch, seven-twenty with the wrist
Gravy just tipped it so she lost her points real quick
Aw sh*t, cross her up slick
Three-sixty dunk, now it's twenty-one to six
[Gravy train]
Said I'm always packing six hoes just like a revolver
If you want the beef I can take your ass to Culver's
Call me Mr. Butter 'cause you know I spread the love
I'm with your b*tch in the tub, man, that's rub-a-dub-dub
Yeah I'm with a b*tch named Gladys
All my b*tches is the baddest
Avery and Yung Gravy on that f*cking flex status
Oh shucks, Gravy got the bucks
Pull up on the scene in a baby blue tux
Uh, goddamn