"Big Slime" lyrics
You know what the fuck it is, fuck everybody, you know how this shit go
Some days, I wake up and, feel like killing everybody, you know
Hm, yeah
I ain't go lie, I want 'em all dead, you know what I'm on
Fuck a white blag, on they ass, get 'em all gone
Just give me a week, and check the news, them niggas shit be on it
Big flash, hundred-round mag, with the fully on
I know them niggas hate me, 'cause the life I live, I know what it is
Pop a nigga like a fuckin' perc, or a fuckin' pill
I would've been popped one of them niggas, I can't never see 'em
Lately I ain't been with no friends, I'm hangin' with the demons
Fifty thousand on me, Glock on me, walking in through Neimen's
Go tell those niggas run up on me now, I bet I swiss cheese 'em
Like, damn, all the suckas broke, I couldn't never be them
Catch one and stretch one of them boys, that what I can agree with
Been down and out on all them percys, but they therapedic
GBG, spank a nigga, for all of that shit he tweeting
My young nigga a face shotter, only fifteen
And he don't wanna hear all of the preaching, he just wanna squeeze it
I got problems, I know I do, I got some loose screws
My bitch gon' get the drop on niggas, and you niggas knew
Ain't trusting no nigga, my back bloody, full of wounds
Naw bitch, I don't think you love me, I think you confused
They keep telling me not to brash out, I been ready to loose it
Drop ten, we can meet up now or where ever you want do it
Niggas claiming that they don't like me, listen to my music
762s blow out his brain, he keep playing stupid
Niggas slime me out, it's all bull' though
Big slime, look out for me clutching with no mask on
Big slime, all up out the window tryna clap some
GBG, fully got him limping like a bad hoe
I'm all in Mastro, glocky in my lap though
Ballin' with a bad hoe, she know this won't last long
Twenty thousand to my shooter, fuck around and wack some
Make Everybody Killer Gang and don't ask for nothin'
I was in the field, now I'm up M's, they tryna keep me under
And nowadays, I can't even sleep without Glock in the covers
And I ain't even tryna talk on the phone, you niggas undercover
Tell all my opps it's gon' be one hell of a cold summer
For real
I don't fuck with you nigga, fuck you bitch ass nigga, man for real, I don't love nobody but me, on my baby, for real, fuck you niggas
Some days, I wake up and, feel like killing everybody, you know
Hm, yeah
I ain't go lie, I want 'em all dead, you know what I'm on
Fuck a white blag, on they ass, get 'em all gone
Just give me a week, and check the news, them niggas shit be on it
Big flash, hundred-round mag, with the fully on
I know them niggas hate me, 'cause the life I live, I know what it is
Pop a nigga like a fuckin' perc, or a fuckin' pill
I would've been popped one of them niggas, I can't never see 'em
Lately I ain't been with no friends, I'm hangin' with the demons
Fifty thousand on me, Glock on me, walking in through Neimen's
Go tell those niggas run up on me now, I bet I swiss cheese 'em
Like, damn, all the suckas broke, I couldn't never be them
Catch one and stretch one of them boys, that what I can agree with
Been down and out on all them percys, but they therapedic
GBG, spank a nigga, for all of that shit he tweeting
My young nigga a face shotter, only fifteen
And he don't wanna hear all of the preaching, he just wanna squeeze it
I got problems, I know I do, I got some loose screws
My bitch gon' get the drop on niggas, and you niggas knew
Ain't trusting no nigga, my back bloody, full of wounds
Naw bitch, I don't think you love me, I think you confused
They keep telling me not to brash out, I been ready to loose it
Drop ten, we can meet up now or where ever you want do it
Niggas claiming that they don't like me, listen to my music
762s blow out his brain, he keep playing stupid
Niggas slime me out, it's all bull' though
Big slime, look out for me clutching with no mask on
Big slime, all up out the window tryna clap some
GBG, fully got him limping like a bad hoe
I'm all in Mastro, glocky in my lap though
Ballin' with a bad hoe, she know this won't last long
Twenty thousand to my shooter, fuck around and wack some
Make Everybody Killer Gang and don't ask for nothin'
I was in the field, now I'm up M's, they tryna keep me under
And nowadays, I can't even sleep without Glock in the covers
And I ain't even tryna talk on the phone, you niggas undercover
Tell all my opps it's gon' be one hell of a cold summer
For real
I don't fuck with you nigga, fuck you bitch ass nigga, man for real, I don't love nobody but me, on my baby, for real, fuck you niggas
Writer(s): Jekobe Skylar Holloway, Javeiz Tavon Maton Sr
