笨小笨Slime-U-Out (feat. 21 Savage)歌词由Shy Glizzy&21 Savage演唱，出自专辑《Flowers (Explicit)》，下面是《Slime-U-Out (feat. 21 Savage)》完整版歌词！
Slime-U-Out (feat. 21 Savage)歌词完整版
Slime-U-Out (feat. 21 Savage) - Shy Glizzy/21 Savage
Lyrics by：Marquis Amonte King/Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph/Christian J. Ward
Jefe on the track
Yeah
Hitmaka
Yeah yeah
Young jefe homes
Million if they come in
Hit the spot I got tunnel vision
Ah
My lil' hitta bustin' out the car
Hit you with precision
Bah bah bah
Pray I don't have to send his a*s to God so I open listen
Oh Lord
Thirty shots I'm bustin' at his top
Ain't no way I'm missin'
Thirty thirty brr
All my n***as trap we gettin' money
Let that glizzy out
Get money
Move my dawg to L.A. on the run
He let that fifty out
Brr
You ain't gettin' money **** them *******
What you livin' for
Oh
Money makin' jefe
But I slime you out like Alpo
Yes sir
I wasn't gon' take your *****
But I guess she think I'm cooler
Ooh
I don't **** with *****-a*s n***as
Every n***a 'round me shooters
Yes sir
I rob a n***a for a hundred take it to the jeweler
Ooh
***** this a Richard Mille
We don't rock no Franck Mullers
Richard Mille
I **** with n***as a little
But I don't bring 'em where I stay
I don't
I'm too big for my hood
But I still be there everyday
Big Glizz
Sometimes I gotta go slide
Just to let 'em know I don't play
Oh
They think that I'm a rapper
I'll take their a*s away
Hahahaha
I be with them choppas *****
Send they a*s them packages
Woo
Got a ***** who black and rich
Oh
I think she immaculate
Oh oh
These n***as be talkin' it
Yo
They be on some cappin' ****
Godd**n
Got my Glock glued to my hip
Godd**n
I don't do no lackin' *****
Godd**n godd**n
Million if they come in
Hit the spot I got tunnel vision
Yah
My lil' hitta bustin' out the car
Hit you with precision
Boom boom boom
Pray I don't have to send his a*s to God so I open listen
Oh Lord
Thirty shots I'm bustin' at his top
Ain't no way I'm missin'
Thirty thirty brr
All my n***as trap we gettin' money
Let that glizzy out
Yeah
Move my dawg to L.A. on the run
He let that fifty out
Oh 21
You ain't gettin' money **** them *******
What you livin' for
Ooh
Money makin' jefe
But I slime you out like Alpo
21 21 21
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 **** 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
**** we got revenge
I don't ever walk inside no church
'Cause I'm committin' sins
Keep on talkin'
We gon' make a frown up out of that grin
*****-a*s opp won't even get on live
He got shot in his chin
21
Million if they come in hit the spot
I got tunnel vision
Ah
My lil' hitta bustin' out the car
Hit you with precision
Bah bah bah
Pray I don't have to send his a*s to God so I open listen
Oh Lord
Thirty shots I'm bustin' at his top
Ain't no way I'm missin'
Thirty thirty brr
All my n***as trap we gettin' money
Let that glizzy out
Get money
Move my dawg to L.A. on the run
He let that fifty out
Brr
You ain't gettin' money
**** them ******* what you livin' for
Oh
Money makin' jefe
But I slime you out like Alpo
Yes sir
