Huh? Come on
Wait, huh? Uh
I do this shit with no pressure 
Run up the back ends and put up the extra
You cannot step with the steppers 
You cant put dirt on a nigga thats clean
You cannot run up and check us 
Im with the slime, my twin, he bleed
Got twenty-five shooters in a Sprinter 
Brought brand new TECs, big Glocks and beams
I could make a movie, make a scene 
I put the Glock on repeat 
Only Amiri the jeans 
It hurt my Glock when I lean 
Come here, lil bitch, dont talk 
Come here, lil bitch, dont speak 
Look at my drip when I walk 
Slimey like Thugger and Wheez, uh
I left that bitch in the bed, then jumped in the Rari, then hopped in these streets 
Im on my way to the stu, Im geekin off meds like who wanna lean? 
Lil nigga get to the breesh 
Cant fuck with that bitch cause she treesh 
In three weeks we took back the streets 
Fuck all the opps and police
Slime, yeah, yeah , yeah , yeah 
Yeah , pills, yeah , yeah , yeah
Bentley ashtray and its just for the guts 
Dont you try cum in it slut 
I put a four in a A and a W and Ive been sippin on suds 
All three of my Cartis got ice on the bezels 
Shit came from the trenches 
You speak on my name and it came with the pressure We started destruction 
I flew the bitch in way out from Australia , the global express 
I told the lil nigga dont come with them messages, cause we kill the messenger 
My bitch got the Drac with the beam 
Four-hundred K large on her rings 
Half a mil, dont you tell what you seen 
Ima boss up the street, ho, you shittin me?
How your jet land at John F. Kennedy? 
Its a sixteen passenger genie 
Hold it down with this ho, bro, youre killing me
Shawty belong to the street-neet-neets 
We gonna make us a scene
I send my dawg, check out the scene 
I cant even hide from the ho
All of this motherfuckin ice on my ring 
Dont get beside yourself
When you see king, pussy ho speak 
I rock designer belts
Not neither one of them wrestling things
I do this shit with no pressure 
Run up the back ends and put up the extra
You cannot step with the steppers 
You cant put dirt on a nigga thats clean
You cannot run up and check us 
Im with the slime, my twin, he bleed
Got twenty-five shooters in a Sprinter 
Brought brand new TECs, big Glocks and beams
I could make a movie, make a scene 
I put the Glock on repeat 
Only Amiri the jeans 
It hurt my Glock when I lean 
Come here, lil bitch, dont talk 
Come here, lil bitch, dont speak 
Look at my drip when I walk 
Slimey like Thugger and Wheez, uh