Songtexte Slimez - Ybb Steve

I'm ona block with the slimez
I'm in my jam I'm catchin a vibe
Pretty lil blessin she fine
She got the torch I was catchin on fire
I got da steppers on slime
Give em a breeze and step with the nine
Mop up da floor hide da sign
"Why you did that?" cuz we bouta slide

Bake em a cake or a pie
With da suppressor catch him by surprise
I got that pressure applied
Give me the board press him with the iron
Knock a lil nigga in line
This ain't no 2k this shit live
Niggas ain't slide they lied
You know how we get down why you try it

High as a fuck I believe I can fly
That one five of the Za got me burnt like a fry
I'm from the tre to the mufuckin five
That's the suit to da land to land to da side

Come to my land lik a man you gon (baah)
Try spin where I stand and get stopped at the sign
Stoppin the violence we stoppin the crime
Backdoor man I'm stoppin the slime

If he don't get right then the nigga get left
Left right up up then he get left
Sliding and slimeing the niggas get blessed
Trappin and rapping the bitches be pressed

Sneaking and creepin I look lik a pest
Slim on them papers he takin a F
Answered the question you failin da test
Young Big Boss I'm demanding respect

Bitch I'm a Boss I got steppas on go
I could fuck up the Stu on the beat I could float
Run up like two I could flip it to four
I can sing to your bitch when I switch up the flow
Humble young nigga won't say it no more
And these bitches on dicks cuz they know ima blow
I love my people can't fuck with you folk
And I'm really connected get shit for the low

Smokin that Za Star I see stars
I'm on a op block stoppin cars
Bitch I'm a young boss I'm in charge
I got that new crank that shit hard
What's that dark shit that's my heart
Who in that hot car that's Ahmad
They on that gang shit that's a mob
I'm out of space got me jammin on mars

I hustle hard like I'm scammin a card
I do my thang I might stand on a car
Yea I'm that's nigga that having that heart
Comin from nuffin it had to be hard

5 percent tints and it had to be y'all
It is what it is he had to be gone
Fuckin his bitch and it had to be bomb
They want some smoke I'm a hand em a bomb

Bruh get that shit with a leg and a arm
Walk with a dog a arm and a leg
No he don't hit at the arm or the leg
I get the drop and I'm already there

Soon as he drop, he already dead
Muggin them niggas and all of em scared
Walk through they hood and don't nun of em stare
Walk through they hood and don't nun of em care