[Intro]
I be like my [?]
(Pipe that shit up TnT)
We all around this mufucka’
Shoot every n***a in the face behind NBA, believe that
(Eveidently I been shopping with Ken)
Oh boy, I been tryna cross that fuck in my brain (He said he don’t)
And I got (Turn the lights down for me n***a) [?], feelin’ my pain
Slime what we bang, ayy
And you n***as ain’t learn like that (The sniper)

[Verse 1]
Bitch this for lil’ Mell (Blue M’s), that thirty eight in my blood
If we ain't beatin’ the fuck up out a n***a, I don't go to no club (Slime)
When he got robbed he bounced back, but he couldn't shake back from the slugs
D-Dawg fresh up out that cage but still ain't change, he a thug
Money orders to my n***as till I drop to the bottom
And I been tryna cool my nerves, I’m drankin syrup out the bottle
I'm tryna manage all my money fo’ to take care of my partners
Claim they want it, but duckin’ us, but they can't run from that choppa
We quick to run them n***as, yeah
Hang ‘round nun but 100 n***as, yeah
Claim he want smoke, but bring too much straight to the head
Too much pressure, he choke
Straight out that nawf, but now my n***as all go hard for that fo’ (Bitch)
Claim that he lookin’ for me, must be a stupid mother fucker
Forty Glock ain't shit to touch ya
Under my belt, I want another (What up?)
Said he thuggin’, but from how he act, he ain't come from the struggle
Sharrona told me kill a n***a, yours ain't nothin like my mother
Rappin’ slow that shit been gone, so I done changed up for real
I wanna change but stay the same until the day I get killed
And I ain't scared, accept the fact ‘cause bitch I know what it is
Act like you scared to speak on that, bitch, I just know you ain't real
[Chorus]
I don’t know why these n***as wanna murder me?
And it ain't impossible for to duck that time for first degree
I feel all alone when these n***as runnin up on me
That love make him kill, but it won't make them not come fuck with me

[Verse 2]
Now all this screamin’ slime, I slimed ‘em out, for real
That slatt, I wiped ‘em out, for real
That blatt, we knocked ‘em down, for real
I done wet up the whole town, for real
I tend to put my hands on my girl, just like my daddy still
And I accept yo’ ways, but I write verses that’s just how I feel
Hold on, thirty shots up in that Glock, dip through that lane for real
I bust a n***a brain for real, look bitch, I love that pain for real
Copper in the clip, but once it rip, you feel that stainless steal
Not happy where I’m at for real, bitch I just want a hundred mill’

[Chorus]
I don’t know why these n***as wanna murder me?
And it ain't impossible for to duck that time for first degree
I feel all alone when these n***as runnin up on me
That love make him kill, but it won't make them not come fuck with me

[Outro]
Now screamin’ slime, I slimed ‘em out, for real
That slatt, I wiped ‘em out, for real
That blatt, we knocked ‘em down, for real
I done wet up the whole town, for real, huh?