Wheezy outta here
Huh? Come on
Wait, huh? Uh
I do this shit with no pressure no pressure
Run up the back ends and put up the extra
You cannot step with the steppers steppers
You cant put dirt on a nigga thats clean
You cannot run up and check us check us
Im with the slime, my twin, he bleed
Got 25 shooters in a sprinter grrr
Brought brand new TECs, big Glocks and beams huh
I could make a movie, make a scene yeah
I put the Glock on repeat huh
Only Amiri the jeans yeah
It hurt my Glock when I lean oh, yeah
Come here, lil bitch, dont talk dont talk
Come here, lil bitch, dont speak dont speak
Look at my drip when I walk walk
Slimey like Thugger and Wheez, uh
I left that bitch in the back
Then jumped in a Rari, then hopped in these streets skrrt
Im on my way to the stu
Im geekin off meds like who wanna lean? Huh?
Lil nigga get to the breesh the breesh
Cant fuck with that bitch cause she treesh she treesh
In three weeks we took back the streets
Fuck all the opps and police
Slime, yeah, yeah woo, yeah stop, yeah spider
Yeah huh, yeah yeah, yeah slime, yeah
Bentley ashtray and its just for the guts uh
Dont you try cum in it slut uh, uh, uh
I put a four in a A and a W and Ive been sippin on suds uh, uh, uh
All three of my Cartis got ice on the bezels yeah
Shit came from the trenches woo
You speak on my name and it came with the pressure and what?
We started destruction yeah
I flew the bitch in way out from Australia yeah, the global express on God
I told the lil nigga dont come with them messages, cause we kill the messenger huh
My bitch got the Drac with the beam huh, huh
400K large on her rings thats right
Half a mil, dont you tell what you seen huh, huh
Ima boss up the street, hoe, you shittin me?
How your jet land at John F. Kennedy? shmoney
Its a 16 passenger genie yeah
Hold it down with this hoe, bro, youre killing me
Shawty belong to the street-neet-neets woah
We gonna make us a scene
I send my dawg, check out the scene woah
I cant even hide from the hoe
All of this water, ice on my ring woah
Dont get beside yourself
When you see king, pussy hoe speak uh
I rock designer belts
Not neither one of them wrestling things
I do this shit with no pressure no pressure
Run up the back ends and put up the extra
You cannot step with the steppers steppers
You cant put dirt on a nigga thats clean
You cannot run up and check us check us
Im with the slime, my twin, he bleed
Got 25 shooters in a sprinter grrr
Brought brand new TECs, big Glocks and beams huh
I could make a movie, make a scene yeah
I put the Glock on repeat huh
Only Amiri the jeans yeah
It hurt my Glock when I lean oh, yeah
Come here, lil bitch, dont talk dont talk
Come here, lil bitch, dont speak dont speak
Look at my drip when I walk walk
Slimey like Thugger and Wheez
Wheezy outta here