Shy Glizzy ft. 21 Savage – Slime U Out Audio

Lyrics Slime U Out – Shy Glizzy ft. 21 Savage

Jefe on the track
Hitmaka
Young jefe, homes

Million if we come in, hit the spot, I got tunnel vision
.. hit it, bustin’ out the car, hit you with precision
Pray I don’t have to send his a*s to God so I open, listen
Thirty shots I’m bustin’ at the top, ain’t no way I’m missin’
All my n**gas hoppin’, gettin’ money, let that glizzy out
Move my dawg to L.A. on the run, he let that fifty out
You ain’t gettin’ money, f**k them b**ches, what you livin’ for
Money makin’ jefe, but I slime you out, like Alpo

I wasn’t gon’ take your b**ch but I guess she think I’m cooler
I don’t f**k with b**ch-ass n**gas, all these n**gas ’round me shooters
I rob a n**ga for a hunnid, take it to the jeweler
Yes, this a Richard Mille, we don’t rock no Franck Mullers

I f**k with n**gas at .. but I don’t bring ’em where I stay
I’m too big for my hood but I still be there everyday
Sometimes I gotta go slide just to let ’em know I’on’t play
They think that I’m a rapper, I’ll take their a*s away
I be with them choppas, b**ch, send they a*s them packages
Got a b**ch who black and rich, I think she immaculate
These n**gas be talkin’ it, they be on some cappin’ s**t
Got my Glock glued to my hip, I don’t do no lackin’, b**ch

Million if we come in, hit the spot, I got tunnel vision
.. hit it, bustin’ out the car, hit you with precision
Pray I don’t have to send his a*s to God so I open, listen
Thirty shots I’m bustin’ at the top, ain’t no way I’m missin’
All my n**gas hoppin’, gettin’ money, let that glizzy out
Move my dawg to L.A. on the run, he let that fifty out
You ain’t gettin’ money, f**k them b**ches, what you livin’ for
Money makin’ jefe, but I slime you out, like Alpo

Switch on my Glock, they know how we rock
I ain’t got no opps, all they a*s popped
They say they gon’ spin, I know that they not
Filled ’em up with hollows, he said they was hot

Double back again, we ain’t done, we finna smack his friend
Rock out with my twin, speak on my brother, your s**t get splat again
4L ’til the end, what they ridin’ in I think a Benz
Broad day, we spin, jump in the box and we gone in the wind

Everybody act like they got milk, s**t, we got revenge
I don’t ever walk inside no church ’cause I’m committin’ sings
Keep on talkin’, we gon’ make a frown up outta that grin
B**ch-ass opp won’t even get on live, he got shot in his chin

Million, if we come in, hit the spot, I got tunnel vision
.. hit it, bustin’ out the car, hit you with precision
Pray I don’t have to send his a*s to God so I open, listen
Thirty shots I’m bustin’ at the top, ain’t no way I’m missin’
All my n**gas hoppin’, gettin’ money, let that glizzy out
Move my dawg to L.A. on the run, he let that fifty out
You ain’t gettin’ money, f**k them b**ches, what you livin’ for
Money makin’ jefe, but I slime you out, like Alpo…

Written by Shy Glizzy, 21 Savage & Hitmaka
Produced by Hitmaka
Shy Glizzy | 21 Savage | 2022

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