[Intro: Young Thug]
Slatt
Ayy, get out your motherfuckin' seat for this one, you know?
Slatt
Slatt, slatt
[Pre-Chorus: Young Thug]
Hundred rounds in a Tahoe
Nigga, lighting up your tacos, hey
Give him surgery, no lipo
They don't blame that bitch for pulling you down
Pull up to a nigga town
I'm prepared to take 'em down
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Nigga, hey, this that slime shit (Hey)
YSL shit (Hey)
Killin' twelve shit (Hey)
Fuck a jail shit (Hey)
Drinking Actavis (Hey)
On that snail shit (Hey)
Cookin' white bricks (Hey, hey)
Bricks and Bales shit (Hey, hey)
Bitch, I'm super rich (Woo)
Bitch, I'm stupid rich
I go ape shit (Hey)
Call that Ludacris (Hey, hey)
I'm not new to this (Hey)
I'm so true to this (Hey)
I done put the whole Slime on a hundred licks (Hey, hey)
[Verse 1: Yak Gotti]
Slime or get slimed (Slatt)
Maniac don't have a mind (Yak)
These niggas be bitches, a lot of them snitchin'
A lot of them droppin' them dimes (You know it)
I've come to the point in my life (You know it)
That I just want one of my wives (Yeah)
I think that I want that new Spider (I think)
We rich so I know they dislike us (I know it)
I'm so too legit (Yeah)
On some Hammer shit
Diamonds dancin', bitch, YSL, VVS (Slatt)
In the VIP and I got that pistol on my hip (You dig?)
You prayin' that you live (You dig?)
I'm prayin' that I hit (You dig?)
Hey, this that Slime shit (Slatt)
Need a Slime bitch (Hey)
Compromise shit (Woo)
Down to ride shit (Woo)
Fuck the police (Fuck 'em)
In a high speed (Skrrt)
Let her out on Bleve' (Bleve')
Let her out on Bleve' (Blatt)
[Pre-Chorus: Young Thug & Yak Gotti]
Hundred rounds in a Tahoe (Yeah)
Nigga, lighting up your tacos, hey
Give him surgery, no lipo
They don't blame that bitch for pulling you down
Pull up to a nigga town
I'm prepared to take 'em down
[Chorus: Young Thug & Lil Duke]
Nigga, hey, this that slime shit (Hey)
YSL shit (Hey)
Killin' twelve shit (Hey)
Fuck a jail shit (Hey)
Drinking Actavis (Hey)
On that snail shit (Hey)
Cookin' white bricks (Hey, hey)
Bricks and Bales shit (Hey, hey)
Bitch, I'm super rich
Bitch, I'm stupid rich
I go ape shit
Call that Ludacris (Hey, hey)
I'm not new to this (Hey)
I'm so true to this (Hey)
I done put the whole Slime on a hundred licks (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
[Verse 2: Lil Duke]
Got banana clips for all these niggas actin' monkey (These bananas)
These niggas amateurs in these streets, they need hooked on phonics
Got ten trap spots, stay bunkin', all of 'em doin' numbers
They just be talking, I swear these lil' fuck niggas don't want it
I ranned up my money and I'm still in the trenches (Ran it up)
Workin' calculators, when we fuck with weight we call 'em benches
Got Booka Loc and Troupe, they with me (They real neighborhoods)
Bangin' Neighborhood 60s (Dig)
Tiny Locs, they official (Oh, woah)
I get, I get it, I get it, however, I get it, I get it on my own (What?)
These percocets, they got me so high, I swear to God I'm in my own damn zone (I'm high)
Thousand dollars on cologne
All of these extras, I bought me a home (Extras)
And it's big like the dome (Yeah)
Hold up, country boy callin' my phone (Brrr)
And I just sold 'em
[Pre-Chorus: Young Thug & Lil Duke]
Hundred rounds in a Tahoe
Nigga, lighting up your tacos (Duke), hey
Give him surgery, no lipo
They don't blame that bitch for pulling you down
Pull up to a nigga town
I'm prepared to take 'em down
[Chorus: Young Thug & Peewee Roscoe]
Nigga, hey, this that slime shit (Hey)
YSL shit (Hey)
Killin' twelve shit (Hey)
Fuck a jail shit (Hey)
Drinking Actavis (Hey)
On that snail shit (Hey)
Cookin' white bricks (Hey, hey)
Bricks and Bales shit (Hey, hey)
Bitch, I'm super rich (Woo)
Bitch, I'm stupid rich
I go ape shit (Hey)
Call that Ludacris (Hey, hey)
I'm not new to this (Hey)
I'm so true to this (Hey, haha)
I done put the whole Slime on a hundred licks (Yeah, hey, hey)
[Verse 3: Peewee Roscoe]
This that Slime shit, this that mob shit
This that hundred thousand dollars do the job shit
Down to die about this rap shit 'cause it's too much money
They say we gettin' money, now these niggas actin' funny
And they all fake like some bitch titties
Tell they bitch another lie 'cause we ain't fuckin' with 'em
And they groupie niggas and they ho type
Fuck the jail, YSL, this that mob life
[Outro: Peewee Roscoe]
Yeah, we got these bankrolls on us, we in Vegas
Yeah, I ain't goin' back and forth with y'all
Hello? Yeah
I'ma bet me a hundred thousand tonight, all motherfuckin' hundreds
Huh, check, yeah, put me up (Fuck the jail, YSL, this that mob life)