[Lyric] Slatt Bizness (Slimelife Shawty)

[Intro]
(Damn Dior)
I just made it, shit, I like how I'm feelin' like
All this shit true, I ain't tryna speak on that shit, like, yeah
Nigga want me dead from another city
(Ayo Jee, you did it again)
That's crazy
Told him to catch up with me
Nigga said, "Now I'm hatin'," I've never seen another bitty nigga
Another bitty nigga
Pussy

[Chorus]
Stop playin' and get your cheese right
Nigga, what you bleed like?
Gave my dawg a, uh, and he gon' "Err-err" with the heat, right
Heard what-him-name told on Hoo Hoo 'cause he couldn't see life (On God)
That shit don't bleed right
Mindin' my business
That nigga want me dead from a whole different city
Dime on my head in a whole different city
Tell him, fuck him, catch up with me
Two thirty clips, just lеt 'em rip, that's how you Rollin' 60
[Verse 1]
Before thе rap part, I was in the streets tryna make trap rock
Now I still be in the streets, he really make the trap rock
Minis never sleep, he like to tweak, he write up dead opps and grab Glocks
What you think he stand for?
Fuck it, cop a G ride, I'm hoppin' out these foreigns
'Cause this shit gettin' borin'
Call Lil' Booley 23, 'cause he be steppin' like Jordan
In this life, that's important
I know these hoes ain't gon' ride with me, that's why the guys with me
How the fuck you bro when you ain't ridin' with me?
The streets turned me into a soldier, boy
No Draco, the business ran by Slato
Be big slatts, where your bitch at? (Where she at?)
I admit lil' dawg did that (Did that, yeah)
But you know we got to get back
I was probably with Zack, slatt

[Chorus]
Stop playin' and get your cheese right
Nigga, what you bleed like?
Gave my dawg a, uh, and he gon' "Err-err" with the heat, right
Heard what-him-name told on Hoo Hoo 'cause he couldn't see life (Goddamn, goddamn)
That shit don't bleed right
Mindin' my business
That nigga want me dead from a whole different city
Dime on my head in a whole different city
Tell him, fuck him, catch up with me
Two thirty clips, just let 'em rip, that's how you Rollin' 60
[Verse 2]
The last nigga played somewhere floatin'
I stayed in motion, survivin' emotion
I'm way past ridin' the wave, they been tryna ride the wave
Nigga, I'm tryna create an ocean (Yeah)
And I view how they only be busy 'cause they worry 'bout my business
I'ma keep 'em busy long as I'm worryin' 'bout my business (Ah, ah, ah)
I'm talkin' 'bout that big business, the county had my folk put up for a million centuries, get up with me
Lil' nigga, big dawg 'round my way, yes, I can get you hit, boy
Don't approach me man-to-man about no bitch, boy
Come get your bitch, boy
By the way, you sound just like a bitch boy
A couple bucks'll make 'em blitz
Ask my homeboy 'bout this shit, boy
Yeah he was 'bout it, 'bout it, but he snitched on 'em
Double R gang, not Roddy Ricch, but I put a stick on 'em
Speakin' of Roddy Ricch, I had a stick in the box for real
Not the one you pat, the one with wheels

[Chorus]
Stop playin' and get your cheese right
Nigga, what you bleed like?
Gave my dawg a, uh, and he gon' "Err-err" with the heat, right
Heard what-him-name told on Hoo Hoo 'cause he couldn't see life (Well, damn)
That shit don't bleed right
Mindin' my business
That nigga want me dead from a whole different city
Dime on my head in a whole different city
Tell him, fuck him, catch up with me
Two thirty clips, just let 'em rip, that's how you Rollin' 60
[Outro]
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