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Young Thug - Slimed In (ft. Nechie) [Official Visualizer]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Thug
Young Thug
Vocals
Nechie
Nechie
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ceron Robert Lee
Ceron Robert Lee
Songwriter
Chandler Durham
Chandler Durham
Songwriter
Jeffery Williams
Jeffery Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alex Tumay
Alex Tumay
Mixing Engineer
CakeBoy Bally
CakeBoy Bally
Recording Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Turbo
Turbo
Producer
Turn Me Up Josh
Turn Me Up Josh
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
What's your kind then?
Yeah, my slime's in
All these diamonds
Fuck you thought, thought?
Wipe your nose clean
Fuck your whole team
We don't spare a thing
Knock 'em out
[Verse 2]
What's your kind then?
Yeah, my slime's in
All these diamonds
Fuck you thought, thought?
Wipe your nose clean
Fuck your whole team
We don't spare a thing
Knock 'em out
[Verse 3]
Fuck you thought, you thought?
We won't walk, we won't walk
Take 'em down, take 'em down
Knock 'em out, knock 'em out
Yeah, my slimes with me (Yeah, my slime, slime)
Now the foreign tinted (Skrrt skrrt)
You can't see who in it
Presidential, Presidential
You can see we winnin'
Fuck you thought, thought?
I put VVS' in my mouth, in my mouth
Straight out the south, out the south
I got clout (I got stain)
I'm with chain gang now, now I'm out
You ain't gang, gang, gang, take 'em out
I got gang for a lame, fuck you thought?
[Verse 4]
Bitch, I'm slicker that the oil (Slick)
Get it out the soil (Soil)
Insane with them cutters
Who want war with the boy?
[Verse 5]
What's your kind then?
Yeah, my slime's in
All these diamonds
Fuck you thought, thought?
Wipe your nose clean
Fuck your whole team
We don't spare a thing
Knock 'em out
[Verse 6]
What's your kind then?
Yeah, my slime's in
All these diamonds
Fuck you thought, thought?
Wipe your nose clean
Fuck your whole team
We don't spare a thing
Knock 'em out
[Verse 7]
I'm in Balmain
It didn't cost a thing
I'm not 2 Chainz
I got forty
I'll bust your brain
Since we speakin' of brain
Make your hoe give brain
Then get lost
I'll paint her face
You can call me Cozy
Fuck a Ric Flair
I gotta seventy Rollies
I write big checks, chinchilla minks
When she cozy
You ain't gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Ratchet talkin'
I bought twenty cars for every year that I was walkin'
Made her get an abortion, she ain't nothin' but a thottie
And I got way better bitches 'round I can lock in
I'm so bossin'
[Verse 8]
What's your kind then?
Yeah, my slime's in
All these diamonds
Fuck you thought, thought?
Wipe your nose clean
Fuck your whole team
We don't spare a thing
Knock 'em out
[Verse 9]
What's your kind then?
Yeah, my slime's in
All these diamonds
Fuck you thought, thought?
Wipe your nose clean
Fuck your whole team
We don't spare a thing
Knock 'em out
[Verse 10]
Nechie slime, slime, slime (Snitch)
Ain't gon' waste no time
Boy, you ain't my kind
We eat cheese, you drop dimes
Great big diamonds on my neck, my wrist, my ears, yeah
Nechie Houdini, I'll make you disappear (Oh yeah)
Get you knocked out (No)
Cut the top off (All)
Fuck 12, yeah, we smashin' on the cop car
I'm out on bail sippin' clean, yeah, that real raw
I'm a thug, I don't give no damn 'bout no D.A. or no judge
I get it out the mud, yeah, yeah
Step off in your club and throw a dub, yeah, yeah
[Verse 11]
Give 'em hell (Hell)
I might call Lil Baby for a bale
Don't need no scale (Scale)
Southside youngin on my side, I'm the mayor
Written by: Jeffery Williams, Nechie
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