Lyrics From Snippet

[Intro]

(Damn E, this shit exclusive)

Yeah, ayy

[Chorus]

I slimed my dog out for real, Aspen Kartier a saint

I got millions in the bank

Washin' blood off in the sink

Nigga playing then I tweak, Caution tape, backspace delete him nigga

Ugh, ugh, ugh

Make his momma don't wanna see him, nigga

[Verse 1]

Croppin the top on the K

Cold world, this a Drac'

Poppin' his top, fuck his face

Head tap, no head wrap

When we see him, headshot

Wouldn't wanna be him, dead eye

Just shot re-up out here

You get it how you live it, huh

Live by it don't die by it

Huntit drum like Popeye

Bad bitches in my archive

Got the whole team like a franchise

Lil buddy playin' with his nose, he'll take his soul, then go forget about it

Belt to ass make you wanna quit up outchea

Glock [?]

[Chorus]

I slimed my dog out for real, Aspen Kartier a saint

I got millions in the bank

Washin' blood off in the sink

Nigga playing then I tweak, Caution tape, backspace delete him nigga

Ugh, ugh, ugh

Make his momma wanna see him, nigga

[Verse 2]

Fuck a seatbelt, I'm young and reckless

I'll get your top thot knocked off your wishlist

Light the scene up, then clean up, like after Christmas

She ain't mean enough, that friendly shit'll get you lifted

Lil hoe, she tryna stay down

I'm tryna come up, we make a nigga lay down, like nigga give yo' gun up

One shot up out this Drac' pound

We'll make a nigga throw up, opp pack we finna roll up

At the funeral do donuts

Yeah that's murder on my sleeve

Jeepers creepers, I'm a tweaker

Stomach shot, leak him

Pint of blood in a beaker

Put him on a T-shirt, I'm a vivid designer

Memphis nigga I can sell a dream all the way up to China

[Chorus]

I slimed my dog out for real, Aspen Kartier a saint

I got millions in the bank

Washin' blood off in the sink

Nigga playing then I tweak, Caution tape, backspace delete him nigga

Ugh, ugh, ugh

Make his momma don't wanna see him, nigga