Tga!
YT Obixo47 nigga
And I got my slime with me bitch
Slime slime slime!
Uh!
(Chorus 1: 23)
She fuck with the slime so she tryna get picked up
Im ridin around, i got a stick tucked
A nigga be mad and he claim he gon hit us that nigga pussy no he ain't no hitta
YT Obixo47 nigga
He mad he broke and his bitch a gold digger
Throw her the bag she gon fuck on a nigga
My bitch a rider she pulling the trigger
He a school boy, my niggas killers
He think he hard, he a caterpiller
He don’t got no stripes, nigga not Tigger
That nigga telling, that nigga snitchin
Yea he snitched how he got outta prison
Walk with the Glock swear to God i won't miss em
And a nigga play turn his momma to a victim
Run up in the house and the Glock gon evict em
Bow! bow bow bow bow bow!
Skrrtt, Bow! Bow! B-bow!
YT Obixo47 nigga
(Verse 1: 23)
Lil bro brazy, lil bro slide with .380s, damn nigga ever try and play me
Hit his ass now his ass lazy, got the nigga head dripping out gravy
And a nigga bang blood im a East Side baby
And im on the block im a Obixo baby
(This shit sound crazy...)
And im on the block and im totin a 50
Slide on your block and get hit with a 50
Me and my niggas we shooters get busy
You not no shooter this shit gon get trippy
Water be on us this shit can get sticky
I ain't no Blixky but im totin a blicky
You gotta check in when you come to my city
It ain’t that hard nigga come get up with me, Gang!
(Chorus 2: 23)
She fuck with the slime so she tryna get picked up
Im ridin round, i got a stick tucked
A nigga be mad and he claim he gon hit us that nigga pussy no he ain't no hitta
YT Obixo47 nigga
He mad he broke and his bitch a gold digger
Throw her the bag she gon fuck on a nigga
My bitch a rider she pulling the trigger
He a school boy, my niggas killers
He think he hard, he a caterpiller
He don't got no stripes, nigga not Tigger
That nigga telling, that nigga snitchin
Yea he snitched how he got outta prison
Walk with the Glock, swear to God i won't miss em
And a nigga play turn his momma to a victim
Run up in the house and the Glock gon evict em
(Verse 2: Lil NZA)
We bend through your block tell your gang come and get em
I bend with that Glock now that lil boy go missing
Lift my fist, slap that bitch ass lil boy if he flinching
And im back in the triddida counting these digits
And you can't sip my drink, all this drank i been sipping
And this glick on my hip only reason im limping
Talk to Pablo, he talk to my birds flipping pigeons
Im the shooter all black pull up where you reside now
I got goons bendin all on your block better hide now
Escalated so bitch ass lil boy I won't fight now
Its a cut full of shooters so bitch its a ride out
Running all in your trap imma shoot you gon die now
(Chorus 3: 23)
She fuck with the slime so she tryna get picked up
Im ridin round, i got a stick tucked
A nigga be mad and he claim he gon hit us, that nigga pussy no he ain't no hitta
YT Obixo47 nigga
He mad he broke and his bitch a gold digger
Throw her the bag she gon fuck on a nigga
My bitch a rider she pulling the trigger
He a school boy, my niggas killers
He think he hard, he a caterpiller
He don't got no stripes, nigga not Tigger
That nigga telling, that nigga snitchin
Yea he snitched how he got outta prison
Walk with the Glock swear to god i won’t miss em
And a nigga play turn his momma to a victim
Run up in the house and the Glock gon evict em
(Verse 3: Dee Aura)
Takin the drip, ain’t still pay attention
Shoot at the car, can't start the ignition
Walk with a Glock big 03 im vicious
I slide on your block, make sure there’s no witness
I got a bitch on Ross she with it
Consumers like hats, them shits be fitted
Bussin a play right up in the trenches
Smokin on Runtz this shit got me lifted
You got a Glock but you not a killer
My diamonds be dancing they doin a triller
The red dot jacket like MJ Thriller
The money come fast but i need it quicker
Kickin a door, robbin them people
I got more bands so we not equal
Juggin, finessing this shit got a sequel
Off of them perks i look so evil
Broke ass niggas swear I wouldn't wanna be you
I got on some Cartier's i still can't see you
Juggin, finessing im slimming them people
Im smokin a P while i got a pistol
Fuck all the opps and who be with you
Slimin his nose, get him a tissue
Beatin my case that shit a dismissal
Never could miss, a scope on my pistol
(Chorus 4: 23)
She fuck with the slime so she tryna get picked up
Im ridin around, i got a stick tucked
A nigga be mad and he claim he gon hit us that nigga pussy no he ain’t no hitta
YT Obixo47 nigga
He mad he broke and his bitch a gold digger
Throw her the bag she gon fuck on a nigga
My bitch a rider she pulling the trigger
He a school boy, my niggas killers
He think he hard, he a caterpiller
He don't got no stripes, nigga not Tigger
That nigga telling, that nigga snitchin
Yea he snitched how he got outta prison
Walk with the Glock swear to God i won't miss em
And a nigga play turn his momma to a victim
Run up in the house and the Glock gon evict em
Tga!
