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slimesito - revenge lyrics

[intro]
yo pi’erre, you wanna come out here? ha
sito
(this sh-t get jur-ssic) this sh-t get jur-ssic
(this sh-t get jur-ssic) this sh-t get jur-ssic
(this sh-t get jur-ssic) this sh-t get jur-ssic
(this sh-t get jur-ssic) you know what the f-ck goin’ on
(this sh-t get jur-ssic) clayco with it
(this sh-t get jur-ssic)

[hook]
30 rounds in hammer, hollow tip (30)
young n-gga out of clayco with the sh-ts (yeah)
still in the streets, still got the stick
still slime a n-gga out his f-ckin’ sh-t
never f-ckin’ let, that’s the way i live
glock 40 on me, but that sh-t legit
posted in the trap, gotta make a flip
so many straps in a n-gga brib
only got one life, so i keep it trill
just hit my last plug with counterfeit
weighin’ out of town, just for benefits
still trappin’ out that f-ckin’ residence (trap)
pistola on me and it hit your ligaments
dirty money, a lot of dead presidents (dirty money)
slimed a n-gga ’cause he on that scary sh-t
the way i did him, man, i know he want revenge

[verse]
every n-gga that i’m with is ignorant
[?] yeah, they on the young n-gga sh-t
all up in the cut, waitin’ for the l!ck (in the cut)
two pistols on me, glock 9 and a 6
posted with the k!llers, and they too legit
only tote the glock, i don’t like them smiths (aye)
if i call the shooters, then they come equipped (shooters)
duck tape a n-gga, throw him in the fridge
red flag when i’m loadin’ up the clip
got a f&n filled with flue tips
hoppin’ out the car, i feel like john wick (grra)
shootin’ at the opps, hope they rest in p-ss (grra)
got a young shooter, he gon’ take the trip (shooter)
if you disrespectin’, stretch like elastic
.223 hit you, now you in the casket
shootin’ at trap n-ggas just like a basket (grra, grra, grra)
pull up on your block, that sh-t gon’ get tragic (aye)
i’m with the slimes and that sh-t so jur-ssic (on gang)
i feel like houdini, i make the work bandage
i got a bad b-tch and she live in manhattan
i’m rockin’ the diamonds on me and they dancin’ (diamonds)
don’t get your -ss slimed, i don’t care if you family (slimed)
run up in my trap, you know that i’m taxin’ (sito)
i’m crossing’ these n-ggas block, you know i am not practicin’
shot him in the face, i did him so nasty (grra, grra, grra)
i’m living’ this life and this sh-t is your fantasy
i’m smokin’ that gas to the face, i ain’t mad at you (yeah)
you got that strap on you but not ’bout that action (nah)
i feel like a vato the way that i’m tatted
i caught you [?] and i see your -ss panickin’
i’m servin’ the js and they itchin’, they scratchin’
these golds in my mouth, the hoes say that i’m ratchet

[hook]
30 rounds in hammer, hollow tip
young n-gga out of clayco with the sh-ts
still in the streets, still got the stick (30)
still slime a n-gga out his f-ckin’ sh-t (yeah)
never f-ckin’ let, that’s the way i live
glock 40 on me, but that sh-t legit (slime)
posted in the trap, gotta make a flip
so many straps in a n-gga brib (brra)
only got one life, so i keep it trill (trill)
just hit my last plug with counterfeit (trap)
weighin’ out of town, just for benefits
still trappin’ out that f-ckin’ residence (brrrr)
pistola on me and it hit your ligaments (out of town)
dirty money, a lot of dead presidents (dirty)
slimed a n-gga ’cause he on that scary sh-t (slime)
the way i did him, man, i know he want revenge (dirty)

[outro]
slime

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