Thugger
Slime, smoker life
Eighty-hundred capsules of Molly
Just be very still, I aint gonna hurt anybody
Hell nah, I aint 12, but if I like it, I cop it
I met Papi, and he say he good at uploading wallets
Catch me ridin with them slimes cause them my youngins
Catch me boolin with them slimes cause them my youngins
I be slimin with them slimes cause them my youngins
Catch me slidin with the slimes cause them my youngins 
Chrissy Carter bezel inside my baby pampers, eww 
I get all the work and let the Js snort the scale 
My bitch ride slow with the yay like she get Ls 
I wear that white, I cook that white, but I am not no chef 
Add a little soda, put the tan on it 
I got the shit for the L-O, and my shawty want it 
I drink more mud than a pig, I think pork want me 
And the front of the Mazi look like a fork, dont it? 
Let it breathe 
Im not no rat, but Young Thugger be chasin cheese 
I want the Ms and Im not talking Mickey Ds 
My jewelry gold like the tokens at Chuck E. Cheese 
Olde English, eighty-hundred capsules of Molly
Just be very still, I aint gonna hurt anybody
Hell nah, I aint 12, but if I like it, I cop it
I met Papi, and he say he good at uploading wallets
Catch me ridin with them slimes cause them my youngins
Catch me boolin with them slimes cause them my youngins
I be slimin with them slimes cause them my youngins
Im with my youngins
Catch me slidin with the slimes cause them my youngins
Yeah, yeah, E-S to the G-N, bitch
Slammin with my youngins couple hundred onions 
Breaking down them twenties, what you need? We got it for you 
Chop a chicken down to chicken nuggets for my cluckers 
Spray that Cutlass, threw them Forgiatos on that motherfucker 
Gangsta Gibbs, ho, fresh up off a powder pack 
Solo on the 94, bitch, I brought that powder back 
Geekers do that zombie walk, bitch, I let that chopper talk 
Niggas get to talking, ch-ch-chop em off like tomahawks
Ch-chop em off like tomahawks
Eight thousand capsules of molly 
Selling dope and robbing, mom, I dropped out of college 
Jumped off in this rap shit, Ive been one hundred solid, yeah
Police ever catch me then they gon catch a body
Its Gangsta Gibbs
Olde English, eight-hundred capsules of Molly
Just be very still, I aint gonna hurt anybody
Hell nah, I aint 12, but if I like it, I cop it
I met Papi, and he say he good at uploading wallets
Catch me ridin with them slimes cause them my youngins 
Catch me boolin with them slimes cause them my youngins 
I be slimin with them slimes cause them my youngins 
Catch me slidin with the slimes cause them my youngins 
One night I was in Santos, it was lit like a candle
I was fly like a bird, I had on Stüssy Bape camo
With a cutie español, she had a booty like J-Lo
She had Jacobsen sandals, youve been trapped in the bando
She has to trap in the bando cause her mama got cancer
She cant work in the States because her green papers aint legal 
Fuck a dame un beso, she be like, Run de un peso 
Push the molly to Pedro so she can feed her abuelo
She refuse to just settle on them shoes with them red soles
And refuse to be nude in front of them dudes on that dance pole 
She cant lose, she just ooze a bunch of ambition like Napo
-Leon, I could be ruler and ride the streets on my Benzo
So, then she get money vicarious off her friends though
Cause a kid named Birdy look nerdy but he be after the bando 
She robbed Birdy for birdies, now Birdy after her head though
Hold on I think I see Birdy and Birdy killed my Cuban ho