Slimesito, BeezyB - Oklahoma lyrics

I whip the pyrex 'til my whole wrist break
Dog Food in and it came in fray
I got a young shooter and he shoot like Blake
Pills comin' in and we servin' base
Hit him with that stick
It sing just like Drake
Real mob ties, we meetin' at the lake
We hit his ass up, we put 'em in a coma
We gettin' drugs in, they came from Oklahoma
Headshot gang, we turned him to a doner
Bales comin' in and I love the aroma
I'm driving that foreign
Like I'm playin' Forza
I got a hitman and he down for torchin'
These niggas be snitchin'
Like they reporters i'm real plugged in
We servin' 'cross the border
Slabs comin' and we servin' quarters

I ran down on him and I left him volgare
I got the work stuffed, in a new Toyota

I'm stuffin' them birds up, in Corolla's
Got two 5s on me, I ain't doin' holsters
I'm RSG slime, pullin' up in Rovers
(BLATT) I just put him in a coma
Got 5 bricks and they came from Oklahoma
Got 5 racks, I invested in some sticks
Got FN's on me, they ain't got no kick
I'm steppin' on niggas like
I step on bricks don't get your ass popped
For tryin' something slick
This Slimebeezy 2
You better grade your stick
I trap so hard, I'm always on the shift
Got MOS sight, you know, I ain't gon' miss
I'm soupin' 'em foreigns
Like I soup my sticks
I'm Rich Slime, all my bitches gotta be rich
You know I got stains
Ain't goin' for no dips

He try to run down, I empty out the clip
Game over, nigga, I ain't Lil' Flip
I got a bad bitch and she bustin' scripts
That hot stick hit him and it made him flip
We bustin' out P's and we servin' zips
He want to play tough
I sent him to his maker
These niggas want smoke
But I turn 'em to vaper
I'm givin' out shots and they
Don't come with chaser
FN Five-SeveN, that's the erasor
We sellin' out shows and we pullin' capers
I got foreign bitch and she drip in Bapster
Try to rob me, they gon' cremate you
Glock-19 and it's shootin' faithful
Got a whole brick bust down on the table
Try to run down and we left him fatal beezy

I whip the pyrex 'til my whole wrist break
Dog Food in and it came in fray
I got a young shooter and he shoot like Blake
Pills comin' in and we servin' base
Hit him with that stick
It sing just like Drake
Real mob ties, we meetin' at the lake
We hit his ass up, we put 'em in a coma
We gettin' drugs in, they came from Oklahoma
Headshot gang, we turned him to a doner
Bales comin' in and I love the aroma
I'm driving that foreign
Like I'm playin' Forza
I got a hitman and he down for torchin'
These niggas be snitchin'
Like they reporters i'm real plugged in
We servin' 'cross the border
Slabs comin' and we servin' quarters