[Verse 1: Slimey Tay]
I got my own flow they tryna copy that one
You've been ahead in the race but ain’t winning this one
Doing whatever you want and shit, sounds fun
They ridin' your whole wave and shit, that dumb
Bein' myself is my ecstasy makes me feel numb
They try to take all the paper from me, bitch, give me my cut
Walk right to my problems and shit, there no point to run
You really have to be strategic, calculate when to jump
I’m a stylist, you wonder why they copy and paste
This is my shit, if you want somethin' you gon' have to wait
This is my bitch, lick me like some lollies and tastе
This is my life, don't try to tell 'em thе choices I make
[Chorus: Slimey Tay]
You go that-a-way, I go my way
I'm gon' do my thing (Yeah), put me in a frame (Yeah)
Ridin' pon a bike (Yeah), now I’m on a plane (Yeah)
Made it out the mud, don’t cover me in paint (Woah)
I'm gon’ show my colors, show them niggas who run up
Tryna get my soul murdered, tryna get my heart locked up
I teach 'em a lesson, richer than my teachers
They said they didn't believe me, now who is the failure
[Verse 2: Slimey Tay]
I was learnin' I was watchin’ I'm an analyst
I was makin' my whole ocean I'm a stylist
I ain't flexin' I and boastin' my accomplishments
Nigga, you know I ain't done yet, I'm no finalist
NIggas be living out their closet, I live out my studio
I've been sleepin' I've been writin', I need more the doe
I've been grindin' for a dream, now I get the loaf
You claimin' that you are independent but you need people
I've been spinnin' like a clock, bitch I'll never gonna stop
Niggas cannot switch their fields, they really be like Ja
Fuck her at Four Seasons, took her the Bahamas
I can see these niggas hatin' that a non-problem
[Refrain: Slimey Tay]
I can hit you up, we keep goin' up
I can hit you up, we keep goin' up
I can hit you up, we keep goin' up
I can hit you up, we keep goin' up
[Chorus: Slimey Tay]
You go that-a-way, I go my way
I'm gon' do my thing (Yeah), put me in a frame (Yeah)
Ridin' pon a bike (Yeah), now I'm on a plane (Yeah)
Made it out the mud, don't cover me in paint (Woah)
I'm gon' show my colors, show them niggas who run up
Tryna get my soul murdered, tryna get my heart locked up
I teach 'em a lesson, richer than my teachers
They said they didn't believe me, now who is the failure
[Refrain: Slimey Tay]
I can hit you up, we keep goin' up
I can hit you up, we keep goin' up
I can hit you up, we keep goin' up
I can hit you up, we keep goin' up
[Interclude]
We end when Weend done with the weekend
[Verse 3: DatBoyDre]
Been on demon time, I'm in the mode
When they enter the field they stay out my zone
Niggas are bic catfish and clone
My niggas do fly Spirit, free souls
They watchin' how I step, really copying my walk
Niggas thinks he Flocka so he sippin' all that Wock
Niggas just like Remy, but he cannot cook, only talk
Please don't waste my time, hurry up tick-tock
These niggas are some poodles, all I hang around is mutts
Keep me and Ice Spice, I'm gon' eat her out for lunch
Fuckin' on the bankroll, yeah, that's my thot
Put it on her friend's wrist, bust down, she watch
Now heatin' up so they tryna get me addicted the ice
Didn't believe in us, now I'm chancin' my life
Niggas creepin' up, niggas try to take my life
So much of my niggas dyin', but I keep on havin' to fight
Try to stay clean so the money never dirty
I'm ballin' too much, every game thirty for thirty
Was livin' in a different world everything was blurry
Must be stupid if you think everything is perfect
I made all my goals, way up, putting money before hoes, way up
Never went out on cold, way up, now I'm expanding my zone, way up (Way up, mhm)
Gettin' thirty-k for each album, spend thirty mill' on the product
Keep investin' in all these rappers, patiently waiting for the start-up
I can see these niggas hatin' that a non-problem
When I set my mind to somethin', nigga, that's a non-stopper
[Chorus: Slimey Tay]
You go that-a-way, I go my way
I'm gon' do my thing (Yeah), put me in a frame (Yeah)
Ridin' pon a bike (Yeah), now I'm on a plane (Yeah)
Made it out the mud, don't cover me in paint (Woah)
I'm gon' show my colors, show them niggas who run up
Tryna get my soul murdered, tryna get my heart locked up
I teach 'em a lesson, richer than my teachers
They said they didn't believe me, now who is the failure
[Outro]
We end when Weend done with the weekend
