First check, I went to Gucci store and laced me to the head
For my mama, took a fifty out and dumped it on my bed
We run these racks up, nigga, they think we worked it off of drip
Hood Babies like Haiti babies, I dont think they heard what I said
Car got supercharge, me and Slimelife on they ass, they off on red
Im a shooting star, I spin the block then go hop on the jet
I rock Amiri jeans, I make these racks and spend it all on drip
He kiss these hoes but these bullets
Gon be next thing gon touch his lips
No cap, I tell the label go bring me racks
Them hoes, they burned out
They belong on the corner, I could pay them to trace
Skydweller, yeah, plain jane, went Rolex up on they ass
Told her money aint a thing
Shell get what she wants, she know how to act On God
I got quality in my drink, Im quick to pour a four of Act
It got me rushing to the bank, Im adding more racks to my stacks
These niggas get smaller by the day
Cause they cant get up out my lane
Dont have no heart,
That shit in the ground, you cant dig it with a shovel
Spin his block, let off some rounds, then they livin in the shelter
Hell nah, cant cap on my rounds, yeah, we all livin better
Chasin cheese, yeah, that cheddar
This year, catch me and Slimelife at Coachella
First check, I went to Gucci store and laced me to the head
For my mama, took a fifty out and dumped it on my bed
We run these racks up, nigga, they think we worked it off of drip
Hood Babies like Haiti babies, I dont think they heard what I said
Car got supercharge, me and Slimelife on they ass, they off on red
Im a shooting star, I spin the block then go hop on the jet
I rock Amiri jeans, I make these racks and spend it all on drip
He kiss these hoes but these bullets
Gon be next thing gon touch his lips
Bullets touchin lips but they dont kiss, naw
Aint nothin like him but we gon piss on yall
Hood Baby open his mouth, they better listen, dawg
Pressure kid come through slangin nothin but sticks, dawg
Oh, I hope we dont miss yall
Sign a deal, lil nigga turn into big dawg
How the hell you go against the grain when we invented yall?
I wont say a niggas name, no I wont mention yall
I aint really with the dissing, naw
Oh, oh yay, bitch, Im super up
How the hell you turn your back on gang, now you super fucked
Now a young nigga poppin, he poppin on you stupid fucks
I wouldnt even give a bitch no ride, leave her stupid stuck
Yeah, its up with us
First check, I went to Gucci store and laced me to the head
For my mama, took a fifty out and dumped it on my bed
We run these racks up, nigga, they think we worked it off of drip
Hood Babies like Haiti babies, I dont think they heard what I said
Car got supercharge, me and Slimelife on they ass, they off on red
Im a shooting star, I spin the block then go hop on the jet
I rock Amiri jeans, I make these racks and spend it all on drip
He kiss these hoes but these bullets
Gon be next thing gon touch his lips
Oh, oh, oh, Hood Baby, Haiti baby
Babies with hoods on, dont come in my hood, ho
Oh nah, this the hood song
Slime, lets do it