Shy Glizzy, 21 Savage - Slime-U-Out lyrics
21 Savage [Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph] Plaistow, London, U.K/Atlanta, GA, U.S. 🇬🇧 🇺🇸
[Shy Glizzy, 21 Savage - Slime-U-Out lyrics]
Jefe on the track (yeah)
Hitmaka (yeah, yeah) young jefe, homes
Million if they come in, hit the spot
I got tunnel vision (Ah)
My lil' hitta, bustin' out the car
Hit you with precision (Bah, bah, bah)
Pray I don't have to send his
Ass to God so I open, listen
(Oh, Lord)
Thirty shots I'm bustin' at his top
Ain't no way I'm missin'
(Thirty, thirty, brr)
All my niggas trap, we gettin' money
Let that glizzy out (Get money)
Move my dawg to LA on the run
He let that fifty out (Brr)
You ain't gettin' money, fuck them bitches
What you livin' for? (Oh)
Money makin' jefe
But I slime you out like Alpo (Yes, sir)
I wasn't gon' take your bitch but
I guess she think I'm cooler (O oh)
I don't fuck with bitch-ass niggas
Every nigga 'round me shooters (Yes, sir)
I rob a nigga for a hundred
Take it to the jeweler (O oh)
Bitch, this a Richard Mille
We don't rock no Franck Mullers
(Richard Mille)
I fuck with niggas a little but I
Don't bring 'em where I stay (I don't)
I'm too big for my hood
But I still be there everyday (Big Glizz)
Sometimes I gotta go slide just to
Let 'em know I don't play (Oh)
They think that I'm a rapper
I'll take their ass away (Ha ha haha)
I be with them choppas, bitch
Send they ass them packages (Woo)
Got a bitch who Black and rich
(Oh) , I think she immaculate (Oh, oh)
These niggas be talkin' it
(Yo) , they be on some cappin' shit (Goddamn)
Got my Glock glued to my hip
(Goddamn) , I don't do
No lackin', bitch (Goddamn, goddamn)
Million if they come in, hit the spot
I got tunnel vision (Yah)
My lil' hitta, bustin' out the car
Hit you with precision (Boom, boom, boom)
Pray I don't have to send his
Ass to God so I open, listen
(Oh, Lord)
Thirty shots I'm bustin' at his top
Ain't no way I'm missin'
(Thirty, thirty, brr)
All my niggas trap, we gettin' money
Let that glizzy out (yeah)
Move my dawg to LA on the run
He let that fifty out (Oh, 21)
You ain't gettin' money, fuck them bitches
What you livin' for? (O oh)
Money makin' jefe
But I slime you out like Alpo (21, 21, 21)
Switch on my Glock, they know how we rock
I ain't got no opps, all they ass popped
They say they gon' spin, I know that they not
Filled 'em up with hollows
He said they was hot
Double back again, we ain't done
We finna smack his friend
Rock out with my twin, speak on my brother
Your shit get splat again 4L 'til the end
What they ridin' in? I think a Benz
Broad day, we spin
Jump in the box and we gone in the wind
Everybody act like they got milk, shit
We got revenge i don't ever walk inside no
Church 'cause I'm committin' sins
Keep on talkin'
We gon' make a frown up out of that grin
Bitch-ass opp won't even get on live
He got shot in his chin (21)
Million if they come in, hit the spot
I got tunnel vision (Ah)
My lil' hitta, bustin' out the car
Hit you with precision (Bah, bah, bah)
Pray I don't have to send his
Ass to God so I open, listen
(Oh, Lord)
Thirty shots I'm bustin' at his top
Ain't no way I'm missin'
(Thirty, thirty, brr)
All my niggas trap, we gettin' money
Let that glizzy out (Get money)
Move my dawg to LA on the run
He let that fifty out (Brr)
You ain't gettin' money, fuck them bitches
What you livin' for? (Oh)
Money makin' jefe
But I slime you out like Alpo (Yes, sir)
Hitmaka (yeah, yeah) young jefe, homes
Million if they come in, hit the spot
I got tunnel vision (Ah)
My lil' hitta, bustin' out the car
Hit you with precision (Bah, bah, bah)
Pray I don't have to send his
Ass to God so I open, listen
(Oh, Lord)
Thirty shots I'm bustin' at his top
Ain't no way I'm missin'
(Thirty, thirty, brr)
All my niggas trap, we gettin' money
Let that glizzy out (Get money)
Move my dawg to LA on the run
He let that fifty out (Brr)
You ain't gettin' money, fuck them bitches
What you livin' for? (Oh)
Money makin' jefe
But I slime you out like Alpo (Yes, sir)
I wasn't gon' take your bitch but
I guess she think I'm cooler (O oh)
I don't fuck with bitch-ass niggas
Every nigga 'round me shooters (Yes, sir)
I rob a nigga for a hundred
Take it to the jeweler (O oh)
Bitch, this a Richard Mille
We don't rock no Franck Mullers
(Richard Mille)
I fuck with niggas a little but I
Don't bring 'em where I stay (I don't)
I'm too big for my hood
But I still be there everyday (Big Glizz)
Sometimes I gotta go slide just to
Let 'em know I don't play (Oh)
They think that I'm a rapper
I'll take their ass away (Ha ha haha)
I be with them choppas, bitch
Send they ass them packages (Woo)
Got a bitch who Black and rich
(Oh) , I think she immaculate (Oh, oh)
These niggas be talkin' it
(Yo) , they be on some cappin' shit (Goddamn)
Got my Glock glued to my hip
(Goddamn) , I don't do
No lackin', bitch (Goddamn, goddamn)
Million if they come in, hit the spot
I got tunnel vision (Yah)
My lil' hitta, bustin' out the car
Hit you with precision (Boom, boom, boom)
Pray I don't have to send his
Ass to God so I open, listen
(Oh, Lord)
Thirty shots I'm bustin' at his top
Ain't no way I'm missin'
(Thirty, thirty, brr)
All my niggas trap, we gettin' money
Let that glizzy out (yeah)
Move my dawg to LA on the run
He let that fifty out (Oh, 21)
You ain't gettin' money, fuck them bitches
What you livin' for? (O oh)
Money makin' jefe
But I slime you out like Alpo (21, 21, 21)
Switch on my Glock, they know how we rock
I ain't got no opps, all they ass popped
They say they gon' spin, I know that they not
Filled 'em up with hollows
He said they was hot
Double back again, we ain't done
We finna smack his friend
Rock out with my twin, speak on my brother
Your shit get splat again 4L 'til the end
What they ridin' in? I think a Benz
Broad day, we spin
Jump in the box and we gone in the wind
Everybody act like they got milk, shit
We got revenge i don't ever walk inside no
Church 'cause I'm committin' sins
Keep on talkin'
We gon' make a frown up out of that grin
Bitch-ass opp won't even get on live
He got shot in his chin (21)
Million if they come in, hit the spot
I got tunnel vision (Ah)
My lil' hitta, bustin' out the car
Hit you with precision (Bah, bah, bah)
Pray I don't have to send his
Ass to God so I open, listen
(Oh, Lord)
Thirty shots I'm bustin' at his top
Ain't no way I'm missin'
(Thirty, thirty, brr)
All my niggas trap, we gettin' money
Let that glizzy out (Get money)
Move my dawg to LA on the run
He let that fifty out (Brr)
You ain't gettin' money, fuck them bitches
What you livin' for? (Oh)
Money makin' jefe
But I slime you out like Alpo (Yes, sir)