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I need to talk to Mike Laury
Hello? It's Mike Laury
I'm runnin' and I'm runnin', yeah (Dubba-AA flexin')
Uh, my mama slime, my sister slime, my brother slime
My daddy slime, yeah, he slime (Louie Bandz made another one)
Ayy, now how you wanna do it? (How you wanna do it, nigga?)
I'm in here (What you on for?)
Ayy, 4KTrey, you know, free D-Dawg, nigga
I'm on that same shit, nobody safe, look (This is the sound)
Let's go

Boom, baow, pussy bitch, don't try to run now
Fuck nigga ain't have his head on
I'ma make sure that these niggas see me through they headphones
I've been cooling, but these pussy bitches just won't leave me 'lone (Look)
Crack you in your shit just to see what's on your mind, huh (Bitch)
I'm YoungBoy woppin', Kaylyn woppin', yeah, she slime
Police on my ass, gotta watch the way I'm slidin'
He acting hype, them slimes roll down and ease his mind, and yeah
I pull up acting in a four door
You would think my niggas with me in this bitch, but, boy, I'm solo
And Meechie in the South but still'll come and kick your front door
Bro geekin' off that soft, but wildin' out, bitch, if you don't know
I'm telling you niggas, I drop a bag just to finish you niggas
He think it's done, but that's his ass, I'm gon' get rid of you niggas
At a show or anything, bitch, we gon' hit at you niggas
I want 'em all, that's on my dawg, bitch, we gon' get at you niggas
P.O. blockin', tryna catch a nigga outside
I'm thuggin' for real, I tell you, bitch, I cross the law line
I'm 'bout mine, let's slang iron, Three run down with that Glock 9
Motherfuck if they clutchin', they all in trouble, I'ma bust mine

Hold on, grew up in that fire, huh
He came out a slime, huh
He don't wanna talk 'cause you gon' die, yeah ('Cause you gon' die)
Motherfuck who come behind, huh
'Cause bitch, we slangin' iron, huh
Take his ass up top like high five, look
Don't give a fuck 'bout who you call
Or who come out of town
The city know we step on shit, I'm slime
Don't give a fuck 'bout who they 'round
'Cause we gon' get them all
We ain't the ones to rep on bitch
Check out my murder man dance, look

Pull on side him, dump a hundred in the car (Boom, baow)
Catch you slippin', then you ain't gon' see tomorrow (Uh-uh)
This for Dump, behind him we dyin' hard (Uh)
I go by top, get out your top, I draw the sword (Bitch, what up?)
Everybody in here slimin' with a nigga, ayy
They ain't on shit, they don't want no problem with a nigga, yeah
These hoes ain't shit, I put a Remy on a pillow, yeah
Mention an opp, I tell her stop until it build up (Bitch, dumb)
Bro just wrote me in a message and I read it, what it said?
He joced off you about your ex and then he dead (That nigga dead)
I'm bangin' green but I get mad and leave all red
I been that nigga, you gon' get that through your head
Bitch, yeah

Grew up in that fire
He came out a slime
He don't wanna talk 'cause you gon' die, yeah (You gon' die)
(This is the sound)
Don't give a fuck who come behind
'Cause bitch we slangin' iron
Take his ass up top like high five
Don't give a fuck 'bout who you call
Or who come out of town
The city know we step on shit, yeah (We gon' kill them too)
And I don't care who they around (Nah)
'Cause we gon' get them all (All)
We ain't the ones to rep on bitch

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