[Intro]
N***a
Fuck the other shit we got Milo on the beat
Lay that n***a down when I'm sliding wit' that choppa

[Chorus: Slimmy B]
N***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a
Tryna lay a n***a down when I'm sliding wit' that choppa
.223's flying at your dome you can't dodge 'em
Raised by the streets and they made me a monster
Got these n***as scared to pop out 'cause I'm a problem
Hit 'em with that 'K make 'em gig like Sada
Young rich n***a, do the Gucci with the Prada
Throw bands on your head, hella bands in my pocket
N***as talking bands, yeah bitch I got a lotta

[Verse 1: Slimmy B]
Ain't dreaming 'bout this shit, bitch I rap what I'm living
Hopping out that Benz with hella bitches like I'm pimping
Tryna change my ways 'cause I know that I been sinning
But if I catch a sucka n***a out then I'm tripping
N***as say it's up then it's stuck, we ain't tripping
N***as say it's up, up therе we gon' send 'em
Sucka whitе flag, if it's up then you winning
Catch a n***a trickin' on that bitch we gon' blitz 'em
Doing all that dissing, guess he don't like living
Running 'round broke, guess he don't like chicken
My young n***a get that work out, no fitness
FN whip that thang, gone and let it rip 'em
You the type to pay a broke bitch to come kick it
I'm the type to pay a broke bitch no attention
If you ain't talking bands I don't even want to listen
If you ain't sucking dick I don't even want to hit it
[Chorus: Slimmy B]
Tryna lay a n***a down when I'm sliding wit' that choppa
.223's flying at your dome you can't dodge 'em
Raised by the streets and they made me a monster
Got these n***as scared to pop out 'cause I'm a problem
Hit 'em with that 'K make 'em gig like Sada
Young rich n***a, do the Gucci with the Prada
Throw bands on your head, hella bands in my pocket
N***as talking bands, yeah bitch I got a lotta

[Verse 2: AzChike]
Dick her down, blow her back, fix her posture
You better have the strap, I pay shooters, not boxers
Plus the baby Glock, it get tote like a toddler
My shooter love the business smoke a n***a with some honor on
Too cold bitch the heat on a stick
Out of line but you broke, bitch you gotta make sense
Good drip, I'm too good with this rinse
N***as hella weak, you too good on that bitch
She a freak you shoulda seen when she stood on the dick
Can't no ho finesse me, I just joog on a bitch
I'm yelling out, "timber" but this wood on a bitch
One wish, I wish you would in this bitch
Fuck a hater, bitch I love that you hating
I ain't gon' cap, I'm getting money like a Mason
I'ma keep it on the low, man that pussy underrated ugh
Fuck a pig, we ain't scared of no bacon
[Chorus: Slimmy B]
Tryna lay a n***a down when I'm sliding wit' that choppa
.223's flying at your dome you can't dodge 'em
Raised by the streets and they made me a monster
Got these n***as scared to pop out 'cause I'm a problem
Hit 'em with that 'K make 'em gig like Sada
Young rich n***a, do the Gucci with the Prada
Throw bands on your head, hella bands in my pocket
N***as talking bands, yeah bitch I got a lotta