Slimeball, slimeball
(Lil’ Fox, why you so godly, cuz?)
Stop sendin’ these weak-ass hoes
Gotta try a lil’ more if you want this ticket
Pretty bitches love me the most
So I bet you she fuck for an unreleased snippet
You went on a hit and ain’t blow your blick
But you bap like you wasn’t a witness
I ain’t buyin’ no bitch no BBL
I’ll put her in Planet Fitness
She tried to play me like I was broke, bitch, who?
I’m makin’ a killin’
Stabbed this snake in the back just save my ass
Now I’m the one who hissin’
Foenem don’t waste no time
I give ‘еm a car and they takin’ that visit
Once you start, we takе shit farther than far
Nigga, it ain’t no limit
She make you feel your best, nigga, I get it, I get it
(I get it, I get it)
But please don’t trust that bitch
She givin’ it up in a minute
(Givin’ it up in a minute)
That bitch is a bust
She suckin’ me up and then givin’ you kisses
(Then givin’ you kisses)
You niggas be wifin’ the hoes
Who happen to be my mystery mistress
He just the appetizer
She come to me when she want the main dinner
She got a man at home
But she treat me like the main nigga
That bitch eyes roll to the back every time I’m in it
Why doin’ so wrong just feel so right?
I guess I fell in love with it
Guess I fell in love with it
Bitch, I fell in love with it
Mm, mm, mm, bitch, I fell in love with it
(This shit real, bitch, I fell in love with)
Mm, mm, mm, bitch, I fell in love with it
That bitch eyes roll to the back every time I’m in it
You niggas be actin’ like hoes
Weak in the knees, lil’ boy, get a grip
My first trip, I ain’t know how to work that switch
I ran out of shells too quick (Grrah)
That nigga you praise so much is a fraud
That boy not on piss
Them niggas y’all praise so much be frauds
Them boys not so rich
You thinkin’ that nigga a killer
He usin’ his best friend gun for a pic
Old friends turned to opps
We burn bridges ’cause we know how to swim
They treat me like a king
Lil’ bitch can’t tell me shit, I’m him
I won’t shoot at no houses
We wait days outside them cribs
Ho steady askin’ about my pills
Askin’ me if they real
Don’t ask me shit, ho
Pop this bitch and tell me how it feel
You gangster on IG
But in them cars, you scared to kill
I don’t got shit to prove
My act’s authentic, this shit real
I tell DThang ass stay out the way
But he keep tryna make shit spill
I’m tryna put my mama ‘nem in a house
Somewhere on top of the hills (Oh, oh)
They keep on tryna knock me down
And all my shit I built (Oh, oh)
They hate me ’cause I’m ahead of the game
They know that I’m way too skilled (Oh)
He just the appetizer
She come to me when she want the main dinner
She got a man at home
But she treat me like the main nigga
That bitch eyes roll to the back every time I’m in it
Why doin’ so wrong just feel so right?
I guess I fell in love with it
(Big BabyChiefDoit, man, bitch)
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