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[intro: slim 400]
n_ggas don’t f_ckin’ understand (hol’ up, hol’ up)
([?])
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[verse: slim 400]
b_tches hating on a n_gga, but they still love me
mind through bompton, front lining, miss the dead homies
never switched, made it gangsta, all i throw is t’s (piru)
and leave these n_ggas in the street, so they think of me
cold k!ller, n_ggas know, i don’t f_ck with who?
information from a b_tch, so i’m sliding through
gutter slim, ain’t changed, but my money do (haha)
and f_ck these snake ass n_ggas, is that a homie of you?
ain’t my friend, ain’t my foe, i don’t f_ck with you
all i do is get this money and stay h_lla true
[?] made n_gga, who the f_ck is you? (who are you?)
got a lot at granny house, and made a dub or two
make this money, get this money, all i f_cking do (haha)
snitch n_ggas b_tch made, yeah, i f_cking knew (ayy, look)
got a plan to get these mil’s dolla_dollar bill (tap me out)
ain’t no slippin’, ain’t no lackin’, gotta keep it trill

[chorus: gp3]
my whip all black, i got the seats red
youngest n_gga winning
bangin’ bloods, getting to the bread
lil’ baby face
she love the pimpin’, but i love the head
n_ggas always asking what i do, they talking to the feds
really ’bout a bag, b_tch i need it now
i be stacking bags, filling bags like a cash cow
snake ass n_ggas pillow talking to the b_tches now
n_ggas acting hard until i see ’em
they be goin’ out
[verse 3: celly ru]
throw up the gang, n_ggas know the name
celly ru, [?] village piru, only thing i bang
what you claim?
[?], my lil’ drillers aim
i’m from [?]
ain’t no [?] with me, they bang h_lla gangs
i’m from [?], n_ggas know who really put it on the map
streets’ a wrap, it don’t really matter
we the king of that
“get a bag”, what i tell a b_tch
how i leave her ass
she a fad, we gon’ plunge in that, she won’t [?]
set her down, put her in a room
she won’t leave the trap
what’s the count?
she gon’ come correct if we bring it back
lil’ n_gga tryna eat a mil’
he can’t eat a rack
10k is really [?] money
he feel rich with that
pull up with a stick
if he ain’t from here, he get stripped with that
put his lil’ b_tch ass in the dirt and you can’t get him back
kick over the candles at the spot them n_ggas lit him at
he the reason why his dawg ain’t livin’
how you live with that? (haha)
[chorus: gp3]
my whip all black, i got the seats red
youngest n_gga winning
bangin’ bloods, getting to the bread
lil’ baby face
she love the pimpin’, but i love the head
n_ggas always asking what i do, they talking to the feds
really ’bout a bag, b_tch i need it now
i be stacking bags, filling bags like a cash cow
snake ass n_ggas pillow talking to the b_tches now
n_ggas acting hard until i see ’em
they be goin’ out

[outro: slim 400]
hahaha
and these n_ggas want me to leave the bity
i mean they just want me just to up and move
but i ain’t goin’ for it
ayy, b_tch if you want me
ayy, b_tch come holla at me
n_gga, i’m doing this sh_t for bompton, n_gga
bompton what it is, n_gga
bye ([?])

- slim 400

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