Slime Time lyrics

[Intro]
New season, same energy
Same friends, new enemies
Baby switchin' sides
(Trap, you made that sh*t?)
But it’s alright, I ain’t worried 'bout nothin'
I'm livin' great
Grrah, grrah, grrah (b*tch)

[Chorus]
Slime time, we wipe his nose if it's runny
Bend back around on that block, make it ugly
You don't slide or provide, why you callin' me muddy?
f*ck all the dissin', I'm prayin' for Sonny
Diss 'cause that wasn't funny
I don't even try, still could tell that she love me
I walk in the spot and the b*tches still duck me
Shots gettin' thrown, I can't wait to see Bloodie
And auntie still mad, I can't wait to see Cuzzy
MBK and I bet she still f*ck me
If God ain't complainin', can't nobody judge me
If God don't come get me, can't nobody touch me
Go out with a bang, get him shot, he a dummy
Throw 30 or better, they think they could rush me
Tryna spin through the B, have it uppin' on honey
[Verse 1]
Shot after shot, this is not what you want, B
Jack in the back of the V, tryna dump three
Slime time a must, so we need all the money
Walk n*ggas down with the G, like, it's funny
Eli shot, that's on a bunny
Eli, Weldon, Neaky dummies
Whole court on parole and we still movin' dusty
n*ggas get in the stu', same n*ggas who ducked me
Don't got the gun in the court, tryna poke sh*t
And this b*tch got a curfew, 'cause she was on some hoe sh*t
Shootin' at anyone jackin' Explosive
Civilians shot, n*ggas think we was jokin'
Lil' b*tch, she a Cardi, be all her in ocean
Baby, throw that sh*t back while the music controllin'
Oh, she doin' that hip sh*t? She listen to bronem
n*gga mom on the news, what the f*ck she just told 'em?

[Bridge]
What the f*ck?
Like, what the f*ck?
Grrah, Eli, Weldon, Neaky (Grrah, grrah)
n*gga, worda my deads is you dumb?
Y'all n*ggas know my body, worda my deads (Worda my deads)
Grrah, grrah
[Verse 2]
Like, I'm on they block on the back of they P's
I let her hit body, now she wanna eat
MBK, and she deuce to the me
Big Makk K, I got multiple scenes
Take you this blunt, roll up this weed
It's gon' hit better, it's Matt or KT
That’s L with the Dot? You better not steam
Wherever we go, bet the b*tches gon' scream
Anti-social? Done, I'ma leave
Walkin' without my gun? You hear it was a dream
Vision got blurry, almost dumped on a fiend
This not a deuce, it's a Glock with a beam
.40s, 9s, extendos, that's D's
And I done got booked with like multiple G's
And n*ggas went poof, made multiple bleed
And n*ggas went, "PAAA", made multiple scream
n*gga, bro, you can't see that we bendin'?
Gun got bought, n*gga, free Smith and Wesson
I'm tryna flock sh*t with all my attention
And I been DTB, I had multiple lessons
Shootin' range, f*ck it, multiple sessions
f*ck a deal, I was splittin' the bread with the trenches
Lamar Gibson, stuck on the benches
And no, we ain't known just for playin' defensive
[Chorus]
Slime time, we wipe his nose if it's runny
Bend back around on that block, make it ugly
You don't slide or provide, why you callin' me muddy?
f*ck all the dissin', I'm prayin' for Sonny
Diss 'cause that wasn't funny
I don't even try, still could tell that she love me
I walk in the spot and the b*tches still duck me
Shots gettin' thrown, I can't wait to see Bloodie
And auntie still mad, I can't wait to see Cuzzy
MBK and I bet she still f*ck me
If God ain't complainin', can't nobody judge me
If God don't come get me, can't nobody touch me
Go out with a bang, get him shot, he a dummy
Throw 30 or better, they think they could rush me
Tryna spin through the B, have it uppin' on honey