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Slime Belief

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Slime Belief

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(Hey-ah, yeah, hey-ah, yeah, hey-ah, yeah, yeah)

(Hey-ah, yeah, hey-ah, yeah, ah) hey ma, what it do?

(Straight up)

If you want it, you got it, you know how I'm rockin'

They never could stop it, it's stuffed in my pocket

I got up for the score and they never could block it

After the show, I count up in a Masi'

Tears fall from the lies, despite

Hunnid bands through the time of the night

When you left, I ain't wanna live life

Now I'm happy on the in and outside

Can you make it better? Trap out like Griselda

Post up with Berettas, hustlin' through the night, yeah

Spin the block, finna stretch 'em

Wake the hood up when we wet 'em

And it's all gon' be alright, yeah

When that wrong choice take your life, yeah

Gucci print should be on top of that Nike print

From them rich niggas kickin' yo' back door

And they should give a Rollie to niggas who want it

Who don't know a thing but trap, though

Blue faces, I put that over nat hoes

The shit that we sellin' will make you relapse, though

Thinkin' I'm slippin', run up and get clapped, ho

I put that North on the map, ho (gang)

Turn up on a bitch when I'm gone off a Perc

That ho gon' fuck on a fast beat

Ben behind me, do the dash, keepin' up in a Vert

You get jacked out yo' shit, you can't text me

Pussy nigga throwin' shots, ain't at me

Strapped up, tell that nigga get at me

Tough love for a bitch, won't trap me

Pay for the body then I give them the MAC free

Got a pound in the car, I'ma smoke on that

Left the state for a show and I'm comin' back

If he say he want smoke, ain't no fallin' back

Want a bitch for the play, I'ma blow the strap

He ain't usin' his head, put it in his lap

He ain't 'bout it, could tell that he only rap

I just put 40 bands inside the trap

Every manifestation, I'm callin' rare (gang)

Now can you make it better? Trap out like Griselda

Post up with Berettas, hustlin' through the night, yeah

Tell Jugg bust a right, yeah

Hop out, gun flames through the night, yeah

You know how I'm rockin', you know that I'm with it

You loyal to me, I'll make sure that you get it

If you want it, you got it, you know how I'm rockin'

They never could stop it, it's stuffed in my pocket

I go up for the score and they never could block it

After the show, I count up in a Masi'

Tears fall from the lies, despite

Hunnid bands through the time of the night

When you left, I ain't wanna live life

Now I'm happy on the in and outside

Pick it up, throw it out, watch it come back

Got a whole hunnid racks in a Dior bag

Count up that money, I run up the sack

Boardin' on the jet with a illegal strap

The shit that they talk, I could tell you is cap

Up off the X and I only took half

Stay energized, I fall back from the tabs

Put a half in my way, I'ma pay off the staff

I feel like it ain't no bitch I can't have

Saint Laurent boot with the fur like a bear

Balenciaga, that Gucci, and Prada

I got on all three and I bought several pair

When it's up, what we slidin' in, duckin' from 12

Time wise, clockwise, I never fail (no)

Ain't no slackin', we hustlin', we on this for real

If we don't get it, we take it, you know what it is

Can you make it better? Trap out like Griselda

Post up with Berettas, hustlin' through the night, yeah

Can you make it better? Trap out like Griselda

Post up with Berettas, hustlin' through the night, yeah

Now, can you make it better? Trap out like Griselda

Post up with Berettas, hustlin' through the night, yeah

Spin the block, finna stretch 'em

Wake the hood up when we wet 'em

And it's all gon' be alright, yeah

When that wrong choice take your life, yeah

Gucci pressure be on top of that Nike print

From them rich niggas kickin' yo' back door

And they should give a Rollie to niggas who want it

Who don't know a thing but trap, though

Blue faces, I put that over nat hoes

The shit that we sellin' will make you relapse, though

Thinkin' I'm slippin', run up and get clapped, ho

I put that North on the map, ho (gang)

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