BSlime, Gunna - Little Haiti lyrics

(AJ stay workin', on God)

Givin' them work, don't care 'bout a clerk
Don't ask me no words
Don't care what you heard
Minis and choppers gon' come out the curb
We shootin' them birds, make family hurt
Diamonds on me, yeah, them bitches be shinin'
My young niggas wildin'
They smokin' on herbs
Kel Tec chopper to match and
We don't got no balance
You know I'ma flip on a nerd
Bringin' exotic
Got baddies on baddies on baddies
You know I'ma fuck 'em first
Hellcat cuttin' through traffic, we trippin'
We trippin', they say that's the magic word
Tat for tat, tat, we gon' pop at your partner
LA like a golfer I'm sippin' on syrup
Pop at your 'tater
They wan' know who ate 'еm
We carry the crater, wе started the purge

YSL, ain't nobody greater
We carry the crater, big bag of potatoes
I pop at your 'tater come down to the paper
I'm totin' a Glock, got a beam like a laser
Ooh, we gotta go see you later
We right back in Vegas, GunWun from the shady
BSlime from Lil' Haiti, a real slimy baby
We smokin' some fader, YSL super wavy
Come through like the Navy, Osama
We takin' the summer
They sick to they stomach
Big slatt, I'm a blue anaconda
Fuck hoes wit’ a condom
Protectin' these commas
Had to trap, I couldn't work at McDonald's
My hood was a jungle
We bought the whole jungle
I can't lack, I'm asleep with the llama
My name doin' numbers, I'm far from a runner

Givin' them work, don't care 'bout a clerk
Don't ask me no words
Don't care what you heard
Minis and choppers gon' come out the curb
We shootin' them birds, make family hurt
Diamonds on me, yeah, them bitches be shinin'
My young niggas wildin'
They smokin' on herbs
Kel Tec chopper to match and
We don't got no balance
You know I'ma flip on a nerd
Bringin' exotic
Got baddies on baddies on baddies
You know I'ma fuck 'em first
Hellcat cuttin' through traffic, we trippin'
We trippin', they say that's the magic word
Tat for tat, tat, we gon' pop at your partner
LA like a golfer I'm sippin' on syrup
Pop at your 'tater
They wan' know who ate 'em
We carry the crater, we started the purge

I'm like the drum on the beat
Walk a nigga down, restin' in peace
That's a hundred round, i’ma release
A slimy anaconda, come from the streets
Slimy, wipe your nose, that's how it go
A murder, that's the code, fasho'
We back to back the Rolls, woah
Slimy shady baby, woah
Yeah, I got a bad lil' bitch
She a petite bitch
She ain't worried 'bout the money
I'm never runnin' out of money
Came from a bunny, I'm goin' at onions
Chopper gon' eat up his stomach
He's a vegetable, we call him a
We runnin' the town, don't nobody want it
I put on some Nikes and run up my commas

Givin' them work, don't care 'bout a clerk
Don't ask me no words
Don't care what you heard
Minis and choppers gon' come out the curb
We shootin' them birds, make family hurt
Diamonds on me, yeah, them bitches be shinin'
My young niggas wildin'
They smokin' on herbs
Kel Tec chopper to match and
We don't got no balance
You know I'ma flip on a nerd
Bringin' exotic
Got baddies on baddies on baddies
You know I'ma fuck 'em first
Hellcat cuttin' through traffic, we trippin'
We trippin', they say that's the magic word
Tat for tat, tat, we gon' pop at your partner
LA like a golfer I'm sippin' on syrup
Pop at your 'tater
They wan' know who ate 'em
We carry the crater, we started the purge