Lyrics Humble Outro - Chevy Slime

Ran it up I ain't fumble
Stack bread never crumble
Shit get real in the jungle
Really had it wit you haters I gotta stop being humble
Niggas know how I come through
Bitches and money I could run through
Calling on twelve you the one to
Three to five guys with me beef they gon bun you
Niggas know how I give it up
Came a long way from selling nicks now I live it up
Told lil man that daddy gon pick it up
Too many bills amiri pockets ain't big enough
All these whores ain't slick enough
Nice hair and a wagon but I still told her giddy up
I'm trynna fuck the whole city up
Shorty lit she just trynna get litty and littyer
But I'm past that what's your cash app
Couple stacks if you terminating lab rats
Trust issues praying you don't ever have that
I was 8 asking mom where my dad at
Word to mother wish I never even asked that
I was the broke kid niggas never laughed at
Rest In Peace wit your name and a hashtag
I paint a picture so well cuz I'm abstract
My life is a movie sue me
Weather you salute me or shoot me your bitch wanna do me
Gucci Prada and she love my Louie
Hold that thought heard her head like Stewie
Crazy ooey baby maybe you could be my
Sike I don't need no lady
Chase that check wit some bullets like Brady
With white so good mother fuckers act shady
Clipping shit like the navy
Flow so old I get chicken like gravy
Ain't no game don't play me
2 40s on my lap I give a nigga like 80
I love the sound of a gun shot
From the south bronx nigga everybody got a mugshot
Don't be plotting on the drug spot
Got Jamaicans in the cut that'll turn you to a blood clot
I spit different niggas feel that
Mix the bars wit the real shit nigga where the pills at
I been itching where the deals at
I ain't worried bout lowinski lil bitch I'm where the bills at
Chill heat
I been killing every other beat
Trynna keep the fam on they feet
No more nightmares I don't even sleep
Up all night wit the gang in stu
Niggas bang for the gang and bang for the loot
Ain't no acting over here niggas came here to shoot
I'm been balling every night bitch I came wit a hoop
Red dot head shot leave his brains on the stoop
Then I dash and I go
Back to the doe
I was broke as a joke to they ain't laughing no more
Facts, pressure
Don't make me tell the goons to go get ya
They gon leave your ass in a stretcher
Even your bro said he never met ya
This shit easy niggas doing extra
I could turn my verses into lectures
Scriptures pictures
I got the gift to rap like it's Christmas
Ran it up I ain't fumble
Stack bread never crumble
Shit get real in the jungle
Really had it wit you haters I gotta stop being humble
Niggas know how I come through
Bitches and money I could run through
Calling on twelve you the one to
Three to five guys with me beef they gon bun you