Slime sh*t lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Slatt!
Ayy, get out your motherf*ckin' seat to this one, you know?
Slatt! Slatt! Slatt!

[Pre-Chorus: Young Thug]
Hundred rounds in a Tahoe
n*gga, lighting up your tacos, hey
Give him surgery, no lipo
They don't blame that b*tch for pulling ya down
Pull up to a n*gga town
I'm prepared to take 'em down, n*gga

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Hey, this that slime sh*t, hey
YSL sh*t, hey
Killin' 12 sh*t, hey
f*ck a jail sh*t, hey
Drinking Actavis, hey
On that snail sh*t, hey
Cookin' white brick, hey, hey
Bricks and Bales sh*t, hey, hey
b*tch, I'm super rich
b*tch, I'm stupid rich
I-I go ape sh*t, call that Ludacris, hey, hey
I'm not new to this, hey, I'm so true to this, hey
I done put a whole slime on a hunnid licks, hey, hey
[Verse 1: Yak Gotti]
Slime or get slimed, maniac don't have a mind
These n*ggas be b*tches, a lot of them snitchin'
A lot of them droppin' a dime
I come to the the point in my life
That I just want one of my wives
I think that I want that new Spider
We rich so I know they dislike us
I'm so too legit, on some Hammer sh*t
Diamonds dancin', b*tch
YSL, VVS
In the VIP and I got that pistol on my hip
You prayin' that you live
I'm prayin' that I hit
Hey, this that slime sh*t
Need a slime b*tch
Compromise sh*t, down to ride sh*t
f*ck-f*ck the police (f*ck 'em), in a high speed
Let her out on Bleveland
Let her out on Bleveland

[Pre-Chorus: Young Thug]
Hundred rounds in a Tahoe
n*gga, lighting up your tacos, hey
Give him surgery, no lipo
Down, man, that b*tch will pull you down
Pull up to a n*gga town
I'm prepared to take 'em down, n*gga
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Hey, this that slime sh*t, hey
YSL sh*t, hey
Killin' 12 sh*t, hey
f*ck a jail sh*t, hey
Drinking Actavis, hey
On that snail sh*t, hey
Cookin' white brick, hey, hey
Bricks and bales sh*t, hey, hey
b*tch, I'm super rich
b*tch, I'm stupid rich
I-I go ape sh*t, call that Ludacris, hey, hey
I'm not new to this, hey, I'm so true to this, hey
I done put a whole slime on a hunnid licks, hey, hey

[Verse 2: Lil Duke]
Got banana clips for all these n*ggas actin' monkey
These n*ggas amateurs in these streets
They need hooked on phonics
Got ten trap spots, they bunkin', all of 'em doin' numbers
They just be talking, I swear these lil' f*ck n*ggas don't want it
I ranned up my money and I'm still in the trenches
Workin' calculators, when we f*ck with weight, we call 'em benches
Got Bergalo and Troupe, they with me (They real neighborhoods)
Bang a neighborhood, 60's, Tiny Locs, they official
I get, I get it, I get it, however, I get it, I get it on my own
These percocets, they got me so high, I swear to God I'm in my own damn zone (I'm high)
Thousand dollars on cologne
All these extras, I bought me a home
And it's big like a dome
Hold, up country boy callin' my phone (Brr, man I just saw them)
[Pre-Chorus: Young Thug]
Hundred rounds in a Tahoe
n*gga, lighting up your tacos, hey
Give him surgery, no lipo
Down, man, that b*tch will pull you down
Pull up to a n*gga town
I'm prepared to take 'em down, n*gga

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Hey, this that slime sh*t, hey
YSL sh*t, hey
Killin' 12 sh*t, hey
f*ck a jail sh*t, hey
Drinking Actavis, hey
On that snail sh*t, hey
Cookin' white brick, hey, hey
Bricks and bales sh*t, hey, hey
b*tch, I'm super rich
b*tch, I'm stupid rich
I-I go ape sh*t, call that Ludacris, hey, hey
I'm not new to this, hey, I'm so true to this, hey
I done put a whole slime on a hunnid licks, hey, hey

[Verse 3: PeeWee Roscoe]
This that slime sh*t
This that mob sh*t
This that 100,000 dollars do the job sh*t
Down to die about this rap sh*t 'cause it’s too much money
They say we gettin' money
Now these n*ggas actin' funny
And they all fake like some b*tch titties
Tell they b*tch another lie 'cause we ain't f*ckin' wit' 'em
And they groupie n*ggas and they ho type
f*ck the judge, YSL, this that mob life

[Outro: PeeWee Roscoe]
We got these bankrolls on us
We in Vegas
Now I ain't goin' back and forth with y'all
Hello? Yeah, I'ma bet me a 100,000
All motherf*ckin hundreds
sh*t, yeah, put me up