(This smoke trap and you fuckin' with surreal, gang) Yeah, yeah Uh, uh Yeah, mmm- ha Mmm- ohh, mmmm- oh Mmm-m I'm so slimey, I'm so slimey, I'm so slimey Call me slime, I be finessin', and free my best friend You gon' turn yo back, you can get hit with that FN Bro gon' let it clap, so I finesse with the weapon You better get back, cause' you can get left in the dead end The foreign weapon, one up in my left hand Juggin' and finessin', you can fallout with your best man I took the L, like, what the fuck? That was my best friend But I sit back and run it up, so stop the stressin' You like, "Where the fuck the love go?" Like, "Where my hug go?" But I'm like, "Where the fuck the mud go? Can't kick the cup, no" Do that shit way too much times, like, "That's enough", bro And he can't spend no money, that's his last, the pussy nigga broke You is not my twin, not my slime, no, you can't call me bro Bitch, just let me fuck, can't get no racks, now she call me broke You fucked up my day, but not my bag, not mad 'bout no ho Rob bro, cut me off, I said, "My bad, I guess that's how it go" Uh, rollin' off a 10, I say, "Yes, not for the Xans" Can't get left with yo' mans, you will not stand a chance When I saw that text, I had to sit, like, "Damn, damn" When I saw that text, I had to say like, "God damn" Had to say like, "God damn" Had to say like, "God damn" I'm so slimey to let you in I'm so slimey, boy, I cannot let you in I'm too slimey, boy, you wouldn't even wanna come in Cause I'm gon' slime you out and send you to your friends And they gon' come get hit up with the FN Again? Lke, "God damn"