Текст песни Ambitions As a Slimer (feat. Stunna 4 Vegas) - Shawn Scrilla

I can't deny it
I really do what I'm rhyming
It's Big 4X, Giant
Make her do what I say, no Simon
Ticket or better, I'm signing
Shit won't change, we sliding
I drop the ticket tonight, they find em
I can't beef wit my opps cause them niggas be hiding
I ain't even worried bout nun I ride wit a cutter when I'm wit the snakes
Cut his hand off, what he gone take?
Got a pistol but what you gone shake
Reach for my shit gone need a new face
I'm havin' racks, get em in by the case
Savin that hoe better go get a cape
Feds took my damn Challenger so I gotta get a new Wraith
Can't come around here it ain't safe
We spin yo block wit them drakes
Hop out and do it broad day, okay
Them niggas erased
I get em whacked off wit no problem
I got rank, I send a nigga to space
Free Big Glo he caught a case
I hate law tryna take his life away
I put them racks in a goddamn vault
She fuck me, not you, yo fault
Jump in that water lil nigga need help
I'm drippin' and swimmin' like Michael Phelps
It ain't no cap in these raps, no tales
Try to run off that's an epic fail
Nah for real, ima tag bro in know he gone send 'em to hell
Nah for real
You know what the fuck going on
Scrilla
Yea we gone rock out ya show, pull cock out on ya hoe, and pull guap out on ya hoe
On God
Plug call it's a pick up
We finna pick up some bales
Draw down it's a stick up
I make a free nigga thought I was 12
Yea I'm on the stage wit my blick
Nigga play he get hit in his shit
1000 slimes I'll send a blitz
Make a gangsta act like he innocent
Hol up, hol' up he moving
Stand over em, Jizzle gone finish em
Up to God where we sending em
If we slide we tryna get rid of em
QuickDraw, we ain't finna do no lip box
Hollow tips knocking his lip off
We got shit lit like kickoff
You the type of nigga sissy out
I ain't even playin', I'm sittin' out
She throwin' ass like Carson Wentz
Can't make me mad you was never my bitch
I am too slick, I don't trick but I can I'm a boss
She make demands and I'm cuttin' her off
I went to the mall today, don't know the cost
Big 19, Joe Thornton, my neck on frost
I was hittin' licks for real I don't wanna hear nun bout a caper
I'm gettin' too much paper, drop me a bag on the head of a hater
Ain't talking racks I'll speak to you later
Smoking on gas, annoying my neighbors
Fuck it I'm thuggin', beat the back door out til I see the papers
We give out smoke like favors, pounds on pounds we got acres
Stunna finna shock the world, no taser
Take off, I'll see ya later
We servin' niggas like waiters
This shit easy like a layup
Come for Rx and they picking his face up
Quit caking lil nigga get ya cake up
Me and money ain't never gone break up
Slept on floors and still had a K tucked
Walkthrough 1 thou, nigga pay up
Bad bitch she don't really need make up
We ballin' gotta pick the pace up
Big racks, hoe pick ya face up
Nigga I'm fye, extinguish me, no wonder why these bitches cling to me
I spit good dope, I give em a taster
We might whoop on crowd like the Pacers
She suck that dick for a lace front
Make the wrong move and we shootin' the place up
Touch Stunna he meeting his maker
Send em up for the chance he takin
Fuck the laws, I break em
He callin' beef and we bake em