Slime

By R2rcam

Released on February 6, 2020

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[Chorus]

Uh, huh

She a ho, she only want me 'cuz I glow

Diamonds all black, they lookin' like a crow

Gotta all white fit, so I feel like the Pope

And he hate on the gang so we taggin' his toes

Choppa blew out his brains, we turned that boy to toast

I don't care what you think, imma' call up my bros

And he don't want no beef, the choppa gonna' roast

Hell naw you ain't slime, but we wipin' his nose

Babygirl, I got bands but I know that you know

And my diamonds they dance, got my necklace on froze

He claim that he rich, but I'm really not sold

Turned that boy to a ghost, the choppa took his soul

That's my gang, my slime, can't fall out 'bout no ho

Put that boy in a box like Roddy Rich, I know

If it's freezing outside, I got Moncler my coat

We gon' wipe that boy nose like he catching a cold


[Verse]

New ice on me, so freezy

And yo' gas be on E, no Eazy

Got in her pants, it was easy

Me and Autumn! playin' with them guns, no BB

Diamonds on my motherfuckin' belt, it's BB

If I get locked up, I know my niggas they gon' free me

Fucked a bitch off Instagram, she say that I'm amazing

Sippin' on red red, damn I feel so lazy

Got these hoes wit' no baby

R2rCam got something to prove like Lil Baby

Wit' the gang, passin the trees like we shady

Not the same, tell yo' nigga he can't be me

Diamonds bling, all my shit pond, like Lele

Niggas broke, they be pawnin' them fake Vv's

Niggas jokes, every show like a TV

Fuckin' this bitch from the back she start screamin'


[Chorus]

She a ho, she only want me 'cuz I glow

Diamonds all black, they lookin' like a crow

Gotta all white fit, so I feel like the Pope

And he hate on the gang so we taggin' his toes

Choppa blew out his brains, we turned that boy to toast

I don't care what you think, imma' call up my bros

And he don't want no beef, the choppa gonna' roast

Hell naw you ain't slime, but we wipin' his nose

Babygirl, I got bands but I know that you know

And my diamonds they dance, got my necklace on froze

He claim that he rich, but I'm really not sold

Turned that boy to a ghost, the choppa took his soul

That's my gang, my slime, can't fall out 'bout no ho

Put that boy in a box like Roddy Rich, I know

If it's freezing outside, I got Moncler my coat

We gon' wipe that boy nose like he catching a cold

(yeah!)