[Intro: Slimesito]

Rich Slime Global

FUCKTHEPOPULATION

Rich slime, yeah, ayy (FIFTY)

Clayco, nigga

Yea

[Chorus: Slimesito]

I spin the block, nigga like I'm flex

First shot in his head and then I aim at his neck

I'm poppin' them percs, I don't do no X

My shooter got Glocks so bombs htime so he ball me collect

I'm Rich Slime know im dying bout respect (Slime)

My niggas got 50's we ain't doin no TECs

Just sent hit on 'em I ain't sent no text

Just pour some Wockhardt on a jet

I'm countin' that real plata, I can't stress

I'll line my shooters, you know them some vets

They shoot straight up they don't leave no mess

Straight headshots, I don't care about no vest (Nah)

I sleep in the trap, barely get some rest

This bitch from New York she goes to Georgia Tech

Been countin' that plata 'cause I stay invested

[Verse 1: Slimesito]

Ain't hearin' these niggas, man it's like I'm deaf

She like my pictures, tryna get request

I bust my Glock, you know this shit no question

I'm homicide gang, you know it's 187

I load the flu tips, you know they 5.7

My shooter throw it off, start actin' like Melvin

I get locked up you better know I'm bailin'

I dont see niggas like im Helen Keller

Try to test me, better know you failin'

I'm toting Gen 5's you know [?]

I see through the hate, you know it's not prevailing

I been an outlaw, you know I stay rebelling

These niggas some bitches, they slow as pills

I'm workin' that pack, did it with no scale

In a red Cat, you know it look like hell

Got 43X, know it got a rail

[?]

Im smokin on opps, yeah I'm rollin Ls

That nigga got beaten, caught him at the Shell

I been rich slime, so now I'm [?]

I'm trappin' in the spot, use it for the mail

My phone stay ringin', you know it's clientele

Man how you got bodies and you ain't drop no shells

In love with this money, man I think im spelled

[Chorus: Slimesito]

I spin the block, nigga like I'm flex

First shot in his head and then I aim at his neck

I'm poppin' them percs, I don't do no X

My shooter got Glocks so bombs htime so he ball me collect

I'm Rich Slime know im dying bout respect (Slime)

My niggas got 50's we ain't doin no TECs

Just sent hit on 'em I ain't sent no text

Just pour some Wockhardt on a jet

I'm countin' that real plata, I can't stress

I'll line my shooters, you know them some vets

They shoot straight up they don't leave no mess

Straight headshots, I don't care about no vest (Nah)

I sleep in the trap, barely get some rest

This bitch from New York she goes to Georgia Tech

Been countin' that plata 'cause I stay invested

[Verse 2: Black Kray]

Pull up, slay your opp

Pull up, city on top, beam wit it on top

Rackz with some top

Red beam on top

Red beam on the mop

[?]

We shooting the scene, we move

[?]

Know nigga not hittin like this

I'm in the coupe wit the beam

Get brain, get smoked like a fiend

Pull up, shake the scene

K9 crew my doggie off a bean

Hood Vamp, gold fangs

This stick on me

Goth shawty [?]

[Outro]

Sounds by FTP