Lyrics Got Off - Slimeroni

Got niggas who mention me
In they discussion
Top 2 in Memphis
Aint no discussion
I'm bringing the bass
I'm bringing percussion
This a head banger
You'll get a concussion
Lot of y'all biting owe me some credit
My time is money
Bitch debit or credit
I stand on my word
I meant it i said
You looking real pitiful
Trynna act petty
Eat you rap niggas up for breakfast
You hear my flow that junt infectious
Ask about me I'm well respected
I'm so plugged in got connections
I done sat back i took a minute
I done let these niggas have this rap shit
I wasn't impressed its a hot mess
And they wigging out with the cap shit

Really imma have to punish em
Shit on em then i flush em
Wash my hands be done with it
At this point I'm having fun with it
I go to the bank smelling like dank
Then i walk out with all 20's
My bank account look like phone digits
Niggas out here the new bitches
Type of bitch
Gotta sour attitude
And I'm coming real rude
But this pussy right here is sweet
Type of bitch
Who don't want yo nigga
But the nigga act single
And i make him want to cheat
Type of bitch
Who'll leave the club
Make him pick me up
Make yo main nigga rub my feet
Type of bitch
Who ain't gone fuck
But that nigga a pluck
But he swear up and down he a P

Got damn
I just got off
Feel like a rocket
I shot off
I took the top off
The purses yall rocking
Some knock offs
Don't get yo ass knocked off
Pistol whip him give em lock jack
He call me Poca like Choctaw
Stress over niggas for what
I can get any dude that i want
I'm the bread winner
I'm the money maker
I can bag whoever i want
Done pull millionaires and some white collars
Trust me all these niggas stupid
This why i advise you to use em
Don't screw em
Just squeeze em and juice em