Slimesito, BeezyB - Real Slime lyrics
Slimesito [Eric Xavier Claros] Prince George’s County, Maryland/Clayton County, GE, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Slimesito, BeezyB - Real Slime lyrics]
(2wo2imes) on gang
Big gang shit goin' on
You know how the fuck we rockin' nigga 50
I keep a chopstick and I move militant
I'm a real slime
Be hangin' with amphibians
High rankin', all I collect is dividends
Bulletproof, nigga I'm feelin'
Like "many men"
Ten chopsticks posted in the minivan
I got shooters and they comin' from Pakistan
All that pump fakin'
He got put in a ambulance
I got shooters, wrap em' up in saran
You only gangster when yo' ass on the gram'
Mafioso, I'm tied in with the fam
Fully automatics, they never jam
Sendin' bullets, nigga I feel like I'm Cam
Mafioso, I'm tied in with the fam
My gang totin' sticks like we from Iran
I'm trained to go
Off the rip I'm gon' blam
That Glock 40 on me and that shit tan
El Jefe nigga, I'm not no middleman
My shootеrs whackin' shit like
We the nеw Klan
Posted in the trap, countin' trap bands
OG status but I'm not from the land
Cooler on that stick, I call it a fan
I just fucked your bitch, that hoe is a fan
Nigga sippin' but this not the right brand
Beezy with me, that's my right hand man
My niggas killin' shit like they in Sudan
My partner whack you for a couple them bands
I make the call and they hoppin' out vans
Just sent a hit now I'm smokin' four grams
I got four glicks, hoppin' out the Porsche
Run up on me, nigga you'll get torched
At the roundtable, shooters poppin' corks
16 doin' drills in a Ford
You can't send no hit, you can't afford
Bullets hit him, sent his ass to the morgue
Me and my plug own the same Accord
Walk in the mansion, all you see is blow
I souped up the stick, it used to hit slow
Greenlight him, now he dead on the floor
I got shooters and they come from the 4
Extortion gang, even taxin' the store
I got mini sticks, I don't gotta' cock it
Quickdraw, nigga I'm feelin' like Harden
Reload it, nigga then drop the cartridge
Like NASA nigga I keep the rocket
Walkin' around my town just like a prophet
50 band gang, we the main topic
Gettin' this work off
I'm countin' that profit
Nothin' but them blue hunnids' in my pocket
All of my young niggas they outta' pocket
Walk down shootin' niggas like paparazzi
Got his ass slimed now he need a autopsy
My shooter killin' niggas just
Like some Nazi's i'm with the slimes
They might air out the party
Your bitch trappin' for me
That's my lil' shawty
Sippin' Hi Tec, I don't drink no Bacardi
Ain't talkin' bout' money then you
Better not call me i just cut that bitch and
Now she tryna' stalk me
Had the FN on me when the opps saw me
I know that they plottin' but
They will not off me
Off of these drugs and I look like a zombie
In the trap and I'm strapped
Up with that Tommy
Ever since I was young I been a problem
Run up in the trap, get hit with that llama
I ain't gon' hesitate
Nigga I'm gon' pop em'
(2wo2imes)
Big gang shit goin' on
You know how the fuck we rockin' nigga 50
I keep a chopstick and I move militant
I'm a real slime
Be hangin' with amphibians
High rankin', all I collect is dividends
Bulletproof, nigga I'm feelin'
Like "many men"
Ten chopsticks posted in the minivan
I got shooters and they comin' from Pakistan
All that pump fakin'
He got put in a ambulance
I got shooters, wrap em' up in saran
You only gangster when yo' ass on the gram'
Mafioso, I'm tied in with the fam
Fully automatics, they never jam
Sendin' bullets, nigga I feel like I'm Cam
Mafioso, I'm tied in with the fam
My gang totin' sticks like we from Iran
I'm trained to go
Off the rip I'm gon' blam
That Glock 40 on me and that shit tan
El Jefe nigga, I'm not no middleman
My shootеrs whackin' shit like
We the nеw Klan
Posted in the trap, countin' trap bands
OG status but I'm not from the land
Cooler on that stick, I call it a fan
I just fucked your bitch, that hoe is a fan
Nigga sippin' but this not the right brand
Beezy with me, that's my right hand man
My niggas killin' shit like they in Sudan
My partner whack you for a couple them bands
I make the call and they hoppin' out vans
Just sent a hit now I'm smokin' four grams
I got four glicks, hoppin' out the Porsche
Run up on me, nigga you'll get torched
At the roundtable, shooters poppin' corks
16 doin' drills in a Ford
You can't send no hit, you can't afford
Bullets hit him, sent his ass to the morgue
Me and my plug own the same Accord
Walk in the mansion, all you see is blow
I souped up the stick, it used to hit slow
Greenlight him, now he dead on the floor
I got shooters and they come from the 4
Extortion gang, even taxin' the store
I got mini sticks, I don't gotta' cock it
Quickdraw, nigga I'm feelin' like Harden
Reload it, nigga then drop the cartridge
Like NASA nigga I keep the rocket
Walkin' around my town just like a prophet
50 band gang, we the main topic
Gettin' this work off
I'm countin' that profit
Nothin' but them blue hunnids' in my pocket
All of my young niggas they outta' pocket
Walk down shootin' niggas like paparazzi
Got his ass slimed now he need a autopsy
My shooter killin' niggas just
Like some Nazi's i'm with the slimes
They might air out the party
Your bitch trappin' for me
That's my lil' shawty
Sippin' Hi Tec, I don't drink no Bacardi
Ain't talkin' bout' money then you
Better not call me i just cut that bitch and
Now she tryna' stalk me
Had the FN on me when the opps saw me
I know that they plottin' but
They will not off me
Off of these drugs and I look like a zombie
In the trap and I'm strapped
Up with that Tommy
Ever since I was young I been a problem
Run up in the trap, get hit with that llama
I ain't gon' hesitate
Nigga I'm gon' pop em'
(2wo2imes)