Juliansito - Slimesito

Casok

Free my nigga JuJu, man

Slime pain, man

Still on that back in the day shit

Sito, Sito, Sito

Glock 9 on me, don’t get finito

Shooters 'round me, they bad like

I do this for gang, JulianSito

Slide your whole trap, we ain’t amigos

I got them stripes, feel like a beagle

I’m in the streets, livin' illegal

Shootin' the scene, ain’t talkin' B-roll

Crossin' 'em over, did 'em like lethal

I need the money, yo necesito

Slimed his whole trap, he just got repo’d

I’m up in Maryland, posted with Leo

Shoot 'em on camera, called it a photo

Word to my moms, now I’m feelin' like Ocho

Get your ass knocked, I did 'em like Sosa

Leave your ass stiff, just like a poster

I got them Glocks on me, I don’t like holsters

If you got an issue, then I’m gon' fix you

I ain’t gon' rap beef, I ain’t gon' diss you

The AR-15 on me and it’s a pistol

If you wan' play, then it’s gon' hit you

Put you on the news, now your folks gon' miss you

I’m in the streets catchin' plays, I’m movin' official

Slimed him for the whole thing, now he miserable

Connected everywhere, you don’t got no signal

Gotta move smart, I gotta move evil

Big ass bullets in my clip like torpedo

Spanish plug and that nigga name is Carlos

Smokin' back to back and that shit Gelato

Pull up on your block and I’m in the Tahoe

Pussy ass nigga, I know that you puto

Shoot him on Front Street, I did his ass crucial

Got a dirty toy 'cause those niggas sushi

Glock 9 on me, don’t get finito

Shooters 'round me, they bad like

I do this for gang, JulianSito

Slide your whole trap, we ain’t amigos

I got them stripes, feel like a beagle

I’m in the streets, livin' illegal

Shootin' the scene, ain’t talkin' B-roll

Crossin' 'em over, did 'em like lethal

I need the money, yo necesito

Slimed his whole trap, he just got repo’d

I’m up in Maryland, posted with Leo

Shoot 'em on camera, called it a photo

Word to my moms, now I’m feelin' like Ocho

Get your ass knocked, I did 'em like Sosa

Leave your ass stiff, just like a poster

I got them Glocks on me, I don’t like holsters