[Intro: Slimesito & BeezyB]

Y'all niggas know what the fuck goin' on, man

Yuh, Big Bad Beezy, nigga

You know what the fuck goin' on with us, man (Blatt, blatt!)

I'm with Sito right now on that Gangway shit

You know what's up, 50

[Chorus: BeezyB]

Beezy

I whip the pyrex 'til my whole wrist break

Dog food in and it came in fray

I got a young shooter and he shoot like Blake

Pills comin' in and we servin' base

Hit him with that stick, it sing just like Drake

Real mob ties, we meetin' at the lake

We hit his ass up, we put 'em in a coma

We gettin' drugs in, they came from Oklahoma

Headshot gang, we turned him to a doner

Bales comin' in and I love the aroma

I'm driving that foreign like I'm playin' Forza

I got a hitman and he down for torchin'

These niggas be snitchin' like they reporters

I'm real plugged in, we servin' 'cross the border

Slabs comin' and we servin' quarters

[Verse 1: BeezyB]

I ran down on him and I left him volgare

I got the work stuffed, in a new Toyota

[Verse 2: Slimesito]

I'm stuffin' them birds up, in Corolla's

Got two 5s on me, I ain't doin' holsters

I'm R$G slime, pullin' up in Rovers

Blatt, I just put him in a coma

Got 5 bricks and they came from Oklahoma

Got 5 racks, I invested in some sticks

Got FN's on me, they ain't got no kick

I'm steppin' on niggas like I step on bricks

Don't get your ass popped for tryin' something slick

This SlimeBeezy 2, you better grade your stick (SlimeBeezy)

I trap so hard, I'm always on the shift

Got MOS sight, you know, I ain't gon' miss

I'm soupin' 'em foreigns, like I soup my sticks

I'm Rich Slime, all my bitches gotta be rich

You know I got stains, ain't goin' for no dips

[Verse 3: BeezyB]

He try to run down, empty out the clip

Game over, nigga, I ain't Lil' Flip

I got a bad bitch and she bustin' scripts

That hot stick hit him and it made him flip

We bustin' out P's and we servin' zips

He want to play tough, I sent him to his maker

These niggas want smoke but I turn 'em to vapor

I'm givin' out shots and they don't come with chaser

FN Five-SeveN, that's the eraser

We sellin' out shows and we pullin' capers

I got foreign bitch and she drip in Bapesta

Try to rob me, they gon' cremate you

Glock-19 and it's shootin' faithful

Got a whole brick bust down on the table

Try to run down and we left him fatal

[Chorus: BeezyB]

Beezy

I whip the pyrex 'til my whole wrist break

Dog food in and it came in fray

I got a young shooter and he shoot like Blake

Pills comin' in and we servin' base

Hit him with that stick, it sing just like Drake

Real mob ties, we meetin' at the lake

We hit his ass up, we put 'em in a coma

We gettin' drugs in, they came from Oklahoma

Headshot gang, we turned him to a doner

Bales comin' in and I love the aroma

I'm driving that foreign like I'm playin' Forza

I got a hitman and he down for torchin'

These niggas be snitchin' like they reporters

I'm real plugged in, we servin' 'cross the border

Slabs comin' and we servin' quarters