Wheezy outta here
If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you

Right now, you can hit me right now (yeah)
Nigga, want a brick, nigga, I can get it right now (pull up)
Want that nigga split, nigga? Hit my flock right now (I swear)
Ten thousand, the other ten I'm cuffin' it, right now (for real)
For real, all these pussy niggas, better pipe down (pipe down)
I ain't with that fightin' shit no more, I'm with that skripe now
Hunnid round drums on that stick, make him pipe down (yeah)
Shoot a nigga straight in his eye, tell him lights out (ya dig, yeah ya dig?)

All that talkin' boy, you bluffin' (huh)
All that shootin', you ain't did it
Boy you know I am a killa
I will push up on you niggas (huh)
Slap the shit out you (shit out you)
Put a stick on this bitch nigga
Pull the bitch out you (pull the bitch out you)
Yeah I know (yeah, I know), you ho, yeah, you pussy
That gangsta shit you talkin', boy, on foe, know that ain't real (nah)
That killa shit you talkin', boy, man, who the fuck you kill?
I ain't never seen him (uh), I ain't never heard nothin' from nobody (uh)
I ain't never seen you (uh), in the hood, tryna catch a body (nigga)
Bitch, I'm outchea
Shootin' up shit daily, everybody know bout Slime, nigga (Slimeball)
Late night, we creepin', yeah the whole gang ride, nigga (gang, gang)
Knowin' how we slide, nigga (gang)
Minivan, hotbox, let the door slide, nigga (brr)
Is you slime? How we slime? Bitch, I'm slime nigga (nah)
I slime niggas, you don't slime how I slime niggas (slime)
You got a bag, I tell you, you got cash but I'm feelin' draw down (draw down)
You got a brick I'm finna buy brick and I'm gon' draw down (draw down)
You don't know your shit, you don't what you're doin'
And nigga I'ma trick you right now (trick 'em, yeah, yeah)
I'm from the 6 where nigga don't play around (nah, nigga)
Niggas cross their own mans that they grow wit' in the playground
Yeah nigga, straight up, what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout? (huh)
These niggas don't know what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout (huh, okay)
You ain't never crossed a line, you don't know what it's 'bout 'chea (nah)
All this shit here slimey, when the street niggas outchea
Nigga (yeah), who the fuck wasn't outchea (what?)
Bitch, I been outchea (yeah), and y'all wasn't outchea (nah)

Right now, you can hit me right now (nigga)
Nigga, want a brick nigga, I can get it right now (yeah)
Want that nigga split, nigga? Hit my flock right now flock)
Ten thousand, the other ten I'm cuffin' it, right now (for real)
Nah, for real, all these pussy niggas better pipe down (pipe down)
I ain't with that fightin' shit no more, I'm wit' that skripe now (yeah)
Hunnid round drums on that stick, make him pipe down (yeah)
Shoot a nigga straight in his eye, tell him lights out (ya dig?)

Nigga (yeah)
Throw your sets up nigga, what you claimin' 'round here? (claimin')
Is you sets, money, murder, what you bangin' 'round this bitch? (yeah, blood)
If you claimin' PDE, then throw your set up in the air (4L)
If these niggas ain't bangin'
What you think? Then tell 'em fuck they shit (haha)
Bitch we outchea (yeah), daily nigga talkin' crazy, yeah ho
Send them shooters at yo' door (yeah, yeah), make kid bait (uh-huh)
All this goddamn money got goin' me crazy (yeah, uh-huh)
I done went crazy with this fuckin' crazy (uh-huh)
Yeah, right now
Man, you can get tricked you lil' bitch nigga talkin' right now (bitch nigga)
Said you want that brick, then you can call my phone right now (nigga)
Country boy just got his set trick a hunnid pounds, nigga
Right now (right now, nigga)
Fuck you talkin' 'bout?
Niggas ain't trickin' shit like how I trick 'em right now (ha ha)
Let them come in the spot and tell a nigga pipe down (pipe down)
Youngin' put the smoke all on that nigga, tell him lights out, ya dig

(Wow, wow) Right now, you can hit me right now (yeah)
Nigga want a brick nigga (uh huh, uh huh), I can get it right now
Want that nigga split nigga? (split), hit my flock right now (hit my flock)
Ten thousand, the other ten I'm cuffin' it, right now (cuffin')
For real, all these pussy nigga better pipe down (chill)
I ain't with that fightin' shit no more
I'm with the skripe now (that shit over)
Hundred round drums on that stick, make him pipe down (yeah)
Shoot a nigga straight in his eye, tell him lights out (ya dig?)

Lights out

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Writer(s): Leland Tyler Wayne, Quantavious Thomas, Wesley Tyler Glass