My Slime - Billionaire Burke, Gunna

I remember somebody once told me I ain’t shit without my home boys

Funny thing is, they was right

My slime is my slime (Slime, slime)

Keep that rocket with him

Rondo number nine (Nine, nine)

Hope you buster niggas never cross the line (Don't cross the line)

'Cause he gon' gun you down

And then go do the time (Bow, bow, bow)

My slime is my slatt

He don’t never leave the house without that bat

Finessed a nigga out his work and threw the jack

My slime, my slime, so you know I got his back (I got his back) Blap, blap,

take that, yeah

Two coupes (See this coupe)

No roof (No roof)

Ace and Mitch, on my gettin' money shit

If you seen me back to back

You know who I’m rollin' with

He got 30, I got 30

Rollin' 60 like a Crip

That’s my word, I got sauce so

You know I like the drip

Hate when niggas hatin' on me

So you know we keep the stick

Call the plug for some bricks

We went half up on that lick

He ain’t worried 'bout these hoes

We ain’t beefed over no bitch

That’s my slime, that’s my nigga

Who gon' watch over my kids?

Beat my daughter’s boyfriend up?

Raise my son like it was his?

That’s my nigga, he the realest

We at Gucci, bustin' swipes

If he bustin', then I’m bustin'

Bitch, I know it’s slime for life

My slime is my slime (Slime, slime)

Keep that rocket with him

Rondo number nine (Nine, nine)

Hope you buster niggas never cross the line (Don't cross the line)

'Cause he gon' gun you down

And then go do the time (Bow, bow, bow)

My slime is my slatt

He don’t never leave the house without that bat

Finessed a nigga out his work and threw the jack

My slime, my slime, so you know I got his back (I got his back) Blap, blap,

take that, yeah

My slime is my slime

He said, «Trip, load the clip, it’s time to ride»

Chanel on my hip, pardon my drip, we just slide

Momma say snake, slime life is in his eyes

Look at my set, me and my slatt spend a dime

Business is straight, but I’m a snake in his mind

Too many whips parked outside, I can’t decide

Hunnids on me in my jeans, they got us high

All of the Cs, all of them Bs, they ready to slide

Keep that blick, blick, too many homicides

Got icy wrists, figure skate and glide

Color blind niggas, stay up out my sight

My slime is my slime (Slime, slime)

Keep that rocket with him

Rondo number nine (Nine, nine)

Hope you buster niggas never cross the line (Don't cross the line)

'Cause he gon' gun you down

And then go do the time (Bow, bow, bow)

My slime is my slatt

He don’t never leave the house without that bat

Finessed a nigga out his work and threw the jack

My slime, my slime, so you know I got his back (I got his back) Blap, blap,

take that, yeah