Slime
Dive
Lets dive in
Lets lock it in (ayy, Brandon, man why you do that?)
Ayy, bank accounts gon' shrink up
Yeah, everytime we link up (no way, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm her baby (I'm her baby), yeah
We did it sixty-eight for sixty-nine, yeah (get it)

Yes, I'm her baby, yeah (let's go)
We get it sixty-eight for sixty-nine, yeah (woah)
Well, I'm just sayin', yeah, uh (I'm just sayin')
No, I'm not trippin', boy, go live your life, yeah (go live your life)
No, I'm not dumb, no, yeah
But where I'm from, you get shot sixty times, yeah (brrt)
I spend a hunnid, I can't drop a diamond, yeah (no way)
If you from the gutter, you gon' read the signs, yeah (okay)

I never talk to police, I got me a bad bitch and she straight from Belize, uh
I had to fly the bitch and put her right on a jet but she basic to me, yeah (let's go)
Wasn't even at the crib when she landed, I made that bitch wait for the D (I did)
She lick it up like she rollin' the blunt, so I made her go face it for me (let's go, bitch)
I fucked that bitch but she already turnt, yeah, I'm in a 'Rari, I'm racin'
Different colored stones on my neck (yeah), how can you say that I'm racist? (Woo)
One on one-fifty, no, these not Ray-Bans, I got this drip from Rih Rih
I ain't even go in my savings, my money older than Ricky
Why the fuck these niggas hatin'? (Why?) These niggas really too broke (yeah)
I just got forty million from Live Nation, nigga, no, that's not a joke (at all)
Pink strawberry ice cream diamonds on my neck, choppa got banana boat (yeah)
Pull out both Rolls Royce Cullinan, knowin' these niggas white like brin' a coat (yeah)
All my bitches out L.A., they like to flick on their nose, yeah (what?)
Tell the plug I'm on the way, my boys need a brick of the dope, yeah (yeah)
All these diamonds on my neck, I'd fuck around, sink in the ocean (yeah)
Countin' up all these blue checks, I swear that I need some lotion, yeah

Can I jump inside your pool? Okay, woo
Fools for four freaks, I'm a fool (I'm a fool)
I left codeine on your dresser, I just ain't forget my tool (too much of codeine)
That's how you knew I was goin' to bust a move (brr)

I'm drippin' mud on my shoes, yeah, I got slatts by the twos
Put Chanel and Jimmy Choos, I don't play by the rules, yeah
I done spilled on your crew, gotta keep a mop on me too, yeah
Feel like I gotta change my bezels
And I swapped plates out with the devil, yeah
Bodies on bodies, we goin' crazy (crazy)
Mexico bae, bando lay it
Wherever we go, you know we gotta play
Do that shit right, you know you gettin' paid (you know you gettin' paid)
She toppin' me off, she doin' so great
She a real big boss, she know how I play
I can't take a loss, so I fuck her on the face
I'm gettin' to the paper, damn, who is she chasin'?
Bust down her neck, like that shit wasn't okay
Put your carats, and get 100K
Any problems, throw a hunnid on the case
You know the move, buy back the case
I'm sippin' mud every single damn day
I'm seein' so much hate around my way
Ice on freezer, thirty below
Ice on a blizzard, you know how it glow
Three hundred hitters, they ready to blow
Keep it one thousand and keep it uncut
You gotta meet a nigga at the dot
I'm 'bout to do a three-sixty in your spot
'Bout to do a three-sixty, churnin' out the lot
'Bout to do a windmill in your thot
You see I'm her baby
She gon' be there for me, a trillion, billion times
Yes, I'ma grinder, girl
And I get higher than the moonlight

Can I jump inside your pool? Okay, woo
Fools for four freaks, I'm a fool
I left codeine on your dresser, I ain't forget my tool
That's how you knew I was goin' to bust a move
(Ayy, Brandon, man, why you do that?)

Can I jump inside your pool? Okay, woo
Fools for four freaks, I'm a fool
Tool
Woah
Yeah

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Brandon Terrell Veal, Nayvadius Demun Wilburn, Shaun Alan Smith, Symere Woods