[Intro]
Let’s play
Let’s play
Okay
Yeah, huh
[Verse 1]
Yeah, playin’ with my nutsack
Scratchin’ on this crack where I had to hide my Glock at
Cops tryna catch me, I might pop that
f** ’em, tryna catch ’em down bad, where them opps at?
n***a tryna catch me slippin’, n***a I’m gon’ empty
Got that Glock on me, you know that b**h there hold ’bout fifty
Pull up on these n***as, yeah that bullsh**, know I’m with it
And I love these freaky hoes, slimeball he love these b**hes
Where them nat nat nat nats, give me neck neck
I just wanna hit you front he back and slap that
I just want some head lil mama, might give you some bread
Later on I’m gone, b**h don’t call my phone, uh huh
Mister slimeball the boss like Corleone, uh huh
I get a n***a shot, get a n***a gone, uh huh
All about that money, all of my n***as ’bout they skrilla
Catch a n***a down bad, ooh young n***a gon’ and k** ’em
We don’t play with nobody, everybody ’bout catching a body
Bodies on bodies, n***a we’ll k** everybody
All these n***as talkin’ ’bout it, they ain’t ’bout it
Feel like Master P, but I really want big bank n***a
Pull up on these lame a** n***as in that tank n***a
Got your b**h on my dick, yeah she faint n***a
When she see the slimeball, b**h it’s boss
You know these hoes love to lick my balls
[Interlude]
Hahaha, hahaha, yeah
Scratchin’ on my nutsack
Yeah b**h
(tell ’em slime) okay
Okay
[Verse 2]
Soon I came in I had my motherf**in’ mask on
n***a tried to move, f** that sh**, he got blast on
Told that p**y n***a he better not f**in’ move
First n***a move I’ma give his a** the blues
Twelve lookin’ for me, slimeball didn’t leave no clues
Yellow tape, closed case, make his mama faint
Murder rate raised up, b**h I’m from EA
You know how I play, rob a AK47 EA
Shoot a motherf**er in his face, ooh that’s a cold case
I don’t really pay with these n***as, I just spray at these n***as
I be ridin’ through these streets with a K with me n***a
Ain’t nobody f**in’ safe n***a
Run up in your house, empty the safe n***a
[Interlude]
(what else slime?)
Hahaha, I don’t know
[Verse 3]
Back in the kitchen, yeah we countin’ up this skrilla
Rippin’ up this c**aine, me and all my n***as
All these motherf**in’ convicted felons, we flexin’ on these n***as
Why they flexin’, why they motherf**in’ stressin’
All this goddamn money, I swear to god god gave me a blessing
I be flexing on these n***as, no fraud
I be f**ing all these b**hes, more broads
You ain’t gettin’ no money n***a, you a fraud, huh
[Outro]
What else, what else ho, what else
I don’t what else
f** it, f** it let’s do it
(Bermuda sh**, get you k**ed out in the street)
Ok, yeah, I like that
Bermuda sh** n***a, get you k**ed out here in these streets, b**h
That’s on gang b**h
Yeah n***a, yeah, huh
Itchy nutsack
What the f** happened to the rest of it? that was it?