CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Big Slimes
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't know what it's like to stop
(Run that back, Turbo)
Ayy
Got a Glock on my side, but it's more like my main b*t*h, woah (It's more like my main b*t*h, yeah)
Keep it real, baby girl, I'm the one you could bank with (I'm the one you could bank with)
Yeah, keep it real, I'm the one that's not with the banquet
No, not with that stank sh*t (No)
Fix your attitude or I ride with a bad b*t*h (Skrrt)
You talkin' to the big slime (You talkin' to the big slime)
Different strokes with a big thot (Oh)
Micro Draco got big knots (Big knots)
To any rapper, this a big swap (Swap)
Lifetime goal, call the big shots (Yeah)
Uh, if you can't stand him, go sit his ass down like a desktop (Woo), woo
Thankin' the Lord that my n***a made it out of the cell block, woo (He made it out)
Keep it one hundred, my oath was never to tell cops, yeah
My seals popped, I been mixin' this Act' with the cherry pop, yeah (Woo)
Black matte the pano'-ca-'ramics, these n***as'll never catch up, yeah (Or let me just push out the skrrt)
I gotta tiptoe your pu**y, my flask is Red Sox (Sip red, ooh)
I had to tell that lil' thottie she walkin' on tight rocks (Yeah, yeah), yeah
Keep a dramatic lil' baddie on top of the top floor (Oh)
Big slap on the wrist, I learned my lessons
Way too many millions to be cappin'
Squirt on her titty, now she think she know us
And I keep a 40 on my waistline (Let's go)
I don't know what it's like to stop
(Run that back, Turbo)
Ayy
Got a Glock on my side, but it's more like my main b*t*h, woah (It's more like my main b*t*h, yeah)
Keep it real, baby girl, I'm the one you could bank with (I'm the one you could bank with)
Yeah, keep it real, I'm the one that's not with the banquet
No, not with that stank sh*t (No)
Fix your attitude or I ride with a bad b*t*h (Skrrt)
You talkin' to the big slime (You talkin' to the big slime)
Different strokes with a big thot (Oh)
Micro Draco got big knots (Big knots)
To any rapper, this a big swap (Swap)
Lifetime goal, call the big shots (Yeah)
Uh, if you can't stand him, go sit his ass down like a desktop (Woo), woo
Thankin' the Lord that my n***a made it out of the cell block, woo (He made it out)
Keep it one hundred, my oath was never to tell cops, yeah
My seals popped, I been mixin' this Act' with the cherry pop, yeah (Woo)
Black matte the pano'-ca-'ramics, these n***as'll never catch up, yeah (Or let me just push out the skrrt)
I gotta tiptoe your pu**y, my flask is Red Sox (Sip red, ooh)
I had to tell that lil' thottie she walkin' on tight rocks (Yeah, yeah), yeah
Keep a dramatic lil' baddie on top of the top floor (Oh)
Big slap on the wrist, I learned my lessons
Way too many millions to be cappin'
Squirt on her titty, now she think she know us
And I keep a 40 on my waistline (Let's go)
