Blrrrd, blrrrd
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd
Ayy (ayy)

Hang out the window with them chops
You know we huntin' down opps for fun
Everybody with me slimin' shit down
They gon' pull a murder one
Stay on this fuck shit, don't even try it
It's a known fact we ain't goin'
Taught to shoot first every time
Shiesty ball hoggin', always scorin'
I set the play for my lil' slime
Wizza come through and back door it (shot off)
In the booth, I get to rhymin', soundin' like I'm a street poet
See all them sneaks, I won't ignore it
Grab the chopstick, I go blow it
Don't come 'round talkin' 'bout your plug
You know I'm quick to cut that cord

Look like you holdin' on that drank, nigga, grab some ice and go pour it
I brought my AK to the fight, but it came with a lighter sword
Got all these stripes off takin' lives, they feel they time comin', they know it
Shit get tight, I'ma bust twice with no regrets, too paranoid, blrrrd
Man down, now his mama tellin' sad stories, blrrrd
Tapped him up in his head, we took him out his glory, blrrrd
Hop out with automatics, no way to ignore it
Niggas on the other side ain't ever shot shit, Kyle Lowry (blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)

Hang out the window with them chops
You know we huntin' down opps for fun
Everybody with me slimin' shit down
They gon' pull a murder one
Stay on this fuck shit, don't even try it
It's a known fact we ain't goin'
Taught to shoot first every time
Shiesty ball hoggin', always scorin'
I set the play for my lil' slime
Wizza come through and back door it (shot off)
In the booth, I get to rhymin', soundin' like I'm a street poet
See all them sneaks, I won't ignore it
Grab the chopstick, I go blow it
Don't come 'round talkin' 'bout your plug
You know I'm quick to cut that cord

We was four deep in that Fentley truck, we slide with Glocks and K's
I got Shiesty with me ready to work that new switch I just gave
We done smoked so many opps this year, goddamn, we havin' flav'
Bitch, we takin' all the hits, just put the money on the table
It's slime season, murder, murder
Demons, demons, hearse, hearse
Rest in peace, that bitch didn't have respect for cheese
We ridin' slow, we never speedin'
When we creep, we never mean in
That shit just happen in that action
Me and Shiesty back to back
Hang out the window with that MAC
He couldn't duck, this ain't Aflac
Throw the lob up, Kobe, Shaq
I get the drop, we move the stacks
Can't find you, get your brother whacked
I can't put shit in no past
These niggas hidin', they know they dyin'
I put them slimes on they ass
Now we rollin' you on the pack

I set the play for my lil' slime
Wizza come through and back door it (shot off)
In the booth, I get to rhymin', soundin' like I'm a street poet
See all them sneaks, I won't ignore it
Grab the chopstick, I go blow it
Don't come 'round talkin' 'bout your plug
You know I'm quick to cut that cord

Copyright: Songtrust Ave
Writer(s): Jahson Barnhill, Lontrell Williams