Slimesito, BeezyB - Kick That Door Pt 2 lyrics
Slimesito [Eric Xavier Claros] Prince George’s County, Maryland/Clayton County, GE, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Slimesito, BeezyB - Kick That Door Pt 2 lyrics]
Nigga, don't try me
This shit can get hectic
Have your whole family tied up in a second
Talking that tough shit
Taught his ass a lesson
Double down sticks, I don't do no wrestling
Have a bunch of shooters
Pullin' up in Astons
Its niggas out, niggas know what's brackin'
Quick draw, I don't do the slow reactin'
Gettin' niggas knocked, really is a passion
Keep that fire, niggas know I'm packin'
The opps need a Oscar way that they actin'
You say you gettin' money
But that shit is past tense
Stick wettin' shit up, gave his a wrench
I was down bad, talking to them vents
12 come, nigga, then I hop that fence
If the opps pull up
Then they gettin' drenched
I'm shootin' shit up
I don't show no sympathy
I'm readin' the opps mind
Like I know telepathy
Disrespect gang, then you gon' need surgery
Every nigga around me known to have a felony
We do pop ups, like we sellin' clothes
Automatic sticks, when we do them shows
When I'm down in Florida
I'm fuckin' with them Zo's
My Louis Brille case holdin' down the Rolls
On gang, all these drugs sellin'
I'm livin' like it's blow
You was on top 'til you got exposed
I shoot the scene up then I'm finna reload
ES1 diamonds on me, and they shinin'
24 karat, and my shit rose gold
I got some real shooters and they on parole
You know I'm Rich Slime
Ain't no goin' broke
Stock on the stick, but that shit gon' fold
I slimed his ass out
Right in front of his bro
Can't tell her shit
'cause that hoe might snitch
I'm countin' that's hunnit's
'cause I'm 'bout that wrist
All the blue benjis on me, and they Crips
I got a bad bitch and she loadin' my clips
Zombie, and them red tips in my clip
I'm shootin' out the whip, niggas get hit
Got a bad bitch and that hoe rockin' Ricks
304 glock and she know I'm havin' trips
In apartment, serving with a Sig'
On the block trappin'
Now I'm feelin' like BIG
Niggas want smoke, 'cause I sold him mid'
You know I'm real Jefe, I can't work no gig
In the trap and I got paste in the fridge
'nother strap, and I got Glocks in the Six
This shit can get hectic
Have your whole family tied up in a second
Talking that tough shit
Taught his ass a lesson
Double down sticks, I don't do no wrestling
Have a bunch of shooters
Pullin' up in Astons
Its niggas out, niggas know what's brackin'
Quick draw, I don't do the slow reactin'
Gettin' niggas knocked, really is a passion
Keep that fire, niggas know I'm packin'
The opps need a Oscar way that they actin'
You say you gettin' money
But that shit is past tense
Stick wettin' shit up, gave his a wrench
I was down bad, talking to them vents
12 come, nigga, then I hop that fence
If the opps pull up
Then they gettin' drenched
I'm shootin' shit up
I don't show no sympathy
I'm readin' the opps mind
Like I know telepathy
Disrespect gang, then you gon' need surgery
Every nigga around me known to have a felony
We do pop ups, like we sellin' clothes
Automatic sticks, when we do them shows
When I'm down in Florida
I'm fuckin' with them Zo's
My Louis Brille case holdin' down the Rolls
On gang, all these drugs sellin'
I'm livin' like it's blow
You was on top 'til you got exposed
I shoot the scene up then I'm finna reload
ES1 diamonds on me, and they shinin'
24 karat, and my shit rose gold
I got some real shooters and they on parole
You know I'm Rich Slime
Ain't no goin' broke
Stock on the stick, but that shit gon' fold
I slimed his ass out
Right in front of his bro
Can't tell her shit
'cause that hoe might snitch
I'm countin' that's hunnit's
'cause I'm 'bout that wrist
All the blue benjis on me, and they Crips
I got a bad bitch and she loadin' my clips
Zombie, and them red tips in my clip
I'm shootin' out the whip, niggas get hit
Got a bad bitch and that hoe rockin' Ricks
304 glock and she know I'm havin' trips
In apartment, serving with a Sig'
On the block trappin'
Now I'm feelin' like BIG
Niggas want smoke, 'cause I sold him mid'
You know I'm real Jefe, I can't work no gig
In the trap and I got paste in the fridge
'nother strap, and I got Glocks in the Six