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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Nudy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quantavious T. Thomas
Songwriter
Mahd Mclaren
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mahd Mclaren
Producer
Alverne "Verne" Emmanuel
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Ooh-wee
Slimeball
Ooh-wee
Slimeball
Ooh-wee
Slimeball
Slimeball
[Verse 2]
**** want smoke
Ya **** can't get it back
We open bottles, they not feeling that
And that pussy by me
I don't talk about it
I don't entertain
I get **** whacked
Mention my name
That how it go down
I get **** splatt
They know that they jack
**** say that they looking for me
But not looking hard enough
You know where I'm at
Know where I'm at
Five with the middle finger
Know that blatt
I got a gun
You playin', you splatt
Turned into a memory ****
Have you on a T-shirt
Or turned to a tat
Everything I'm saying
Know that it's facts
Big bank roll on me
Nothing but white faces, ****
But they know that I'm black
And I'm racist
'Cause I like to get a **** whacked
[Verse 3]
God started blessing me
Broke ass **** he cannot stand next to me
****, you testing me
Pull out the gun and tell **** RIP
Now it's over for him
**** thought shit was a joke
Till I pull out on him
Know I keep the pole
It like a genie
It make a **** disappear
Now, I'm up on them
I got more money
I got more bottles than them
I can't fuck with them
They start snitching
When we start beefing with them
Look at buddy, damn
Broke as hell, I cannot be like them
All of this ice and this diamonds and bling
I'm getting money, my pocket ching-ching
Smoking the grass, now my eyes is chinese
Bon appetit everybody gone eat
Nothing but steak, nothing but lobsters and crab
Gotta go feed my whole team
I'm getting money, my team gotta eat
You getting money, your team is so weak
You having money not feeding your peeps
Guess you **** wasn't built like me
[Verse 4]
**** want smoke
Ya **** can't get it back
We open bottles, they not feeling that
And that pussy by me
I don't talk about it
I don't entertain
I get **** whacked
Mention my name
That how it go down
I get **** splatt
They know that they jack
**** say that they looking for me
But not looking hard enough
You know where I'm at
Know where I'm at
Five with the middle finger
Know that blatt
I got a gun
You playin', you splatt
Turned into a memory ****
Have you on a T-shirt
Or turned to a tat
Everything I'm saying
Know that it's facts
Big bank roll on me
Nothing but white faces, ****
But they know that I'm black
And I'm racist
'Cause I like to get a **** whacked
[Verse 5]
I keep it real when you **** don't
I'm getting money when a **** can't
Freshest **** when I step in the bank
Shoot a motherfucker straight in his face
[Verse 6]
All about the money though
Keep it real
Talk to me ****, you know you getting killed
I got them ****, they love to go kill
Getting money Call of Duty the field
Battlefield ****, I don't think that you ready
I got them guns and I send em to heaven
Bless 'em, baptize that boy
I'm on my grind, they can't find that boy
Try slimeball, that's that suicide
Get on the phone when I line that boy
Can't bring time back
Ain't no getting back
[Verse 7]
**** want smoke
Ya **** can't get it back
We open bottles, they not feeling that
And that pussy by me
I don't talk about it
I don't entertain
I get **** whacked
Mention my name
That how it go down
I get **** splatt
They know that they jack
**** say that they looking for me
But not looking hard enough
You know where I'm at
Know where I'm at
Five with the middle finger
Know that blatt
I got a gun
You playin', you splatt
Turned into a memory ****
Have you on a T-shirt
Or turned to a tat
Everything I'm saying
Know that it's facts
Big bank roll on me
Nothing but white faces, ****
But they know that I'm black
And I'm racist
'Cause I like to get a **** whacked
Them facts, everybody knowing that
Written by: Mahd Mclaren, Quantavious T. Thomas