Текст песни Am I Going Manic Again? - $lim Gucci

Slim off the bendo, indo cutter
Gutter with the tinfoil, slick like butter
Hit her for the pain, ion love her
I just wan the brain, rise sun all summer
Like mother fucker
Eyes gon flutter
Eyes roll back till I'm back on uppers
Slim with the bat and the 8 ball stutter
Slim on attack I'm that 8 ball slugger

Fuck a bitch raw no rubber
Gold heart shawty stay closed, no shutter
Ice cold, Lombardi, I'm the OG stunna
Bands up, card me? Finger-fuck on your mother
Ace to the spade, Tom gon off the tucka
Change for the chump, you can dig that sucka
Raise in the swamp, where I ran up hunnids
Selling dime bag coke to the dime bag dummies

I been on a mission of a man
I been tryna get my daddy off them fucking xans ah
OP-10 worries, I'm blurry, I dance
With my momma in dreams, real life it's no chance
I'm the man with the plan, called $uicide Stan
Can't overdose, overload, suicide banned
So I'm comatose, diagnosed manic
Panic for the fam, catch a xan, Josh Gordon I'm the warden Im the
Now everybody in this bitch jumping
Too gone off the sip, go quack I'm ducking
I'm bugging say something full throttle
95 Chevy impala, unrivaled, untitled like ohhhh
Don dotta want more dollars
"Holla at Allah, get saved."
Think nada
Saved by bottle, hit a duck boy waddle, hit fatherless model
Love strong off trauma

Slim off the bendo, indo cutter
Gutter with the tinfoil, slick like butter
Hit her for the pain, ion love her
I just wan the brain, rise sun all summer
Like mother fucker
Eyes gon flutter
Eyes roll back till I'm back on uppers
Slim with the bat and the 8 ball stutter
Slim on attack I'm that 8 ball slugger

Fuck a bitch raw no rubber
Gold heart shawty stay closed, no shutter
Ice cold, Lombardi, I'm the OG stunna
Bands up, card me? Finger-fuck on your mother
Ace to the spade, Tom gon off the tucka
Change for the chump, you can dig that sucka
Raise in the swamp, where I ran up hunnids
Selling dime bag coke to the dime bag dummies