slimesito – mob boss lyrics
[hook]
n#ggas talking beef but i ain’t got no talk
hit that n#gga with the muf#cking sawed#off
young n#gga on the block going awol
really sending hits so don’t get me p#ssed off
knocking n#ggas off i feel like i’m adolf
on gangway with them k!llers, they goin’ off
in the streets and i’m getting that work off
i done signed myself, i feel like a young boss
all these undercovers ducking the fed trial
a lot of n#ggas in the street just got knocked off
flexin’ with your work, you finna get took off
headshots now the n#gga head fell off
n#ggas gon’ be hunted [?] and they turn soft
shoot you ’bout that sh#t you know that my [?]
young n#ggas on the block going r#t#rd
[verse]
do it by myself, don’t gotta make phone calls
two uzi’s in my hand and i move smart
got the stick and that sh#t hittin’ so hard
vacuum seal the pack just for the radar
better have my money [?], i don’t take cards
get a n#gga smoked just like a newport
addicted to the money, know that i need more (gang!)
addicted to the money, no i can’t go poor
f&n send a n#gga to the lord
talkin’ brazy now his ass at the funeral
infrared beam and it’s hitting you
it’s started n#gga, it ain’t nun’ to get rid of you
turn a n#gga to a vegetable
call my gang and them n#ggas they with the tools
shoot a n#gga and who next to you
slap ’em with the fire, you better change your attitude
all of my n#ggas they act a fool
hkunxhkos, beezy man, you know they gon’ shoot you too
p#ssy n#gga make the wrong move
front page his ass, now his ass on the news
shot the n#gga right in front of his whole crew
slime gang, know that we breaking all the rules
[hook]
n#ggas talking beef but i ain’t got no talk
hit that n#gga with the muf#cking sawed#off
young n#gga on the block going awol
really sending hits so don’t get me p#ssed off
knocking n#ggas off i feel like i’m adolf
on gangway with them k!llers, they goin’ off
in the streets and i’m getting that work off
i done signed myself, i feel like a young boss
all these undercovers ducking the fed trial
a lot of n#ggas in the street just got knocked off
flexin’ with your work, you finna get took off
headshots now the n#gga head fell off
n#ggas gon’ be hunted [?] and they turn soft
shoot you ’bout that sh#t you know that my [?]
young n#ggas on the block going r#t#rd
do it by myself, don’t gotta make phone calls
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