4Slime (Explicit) - Young Nudy

Lyrics by：Quantavious T. Thomas/Jordan Jenks

Composed by：Quantavious T. Thomas/Jordan Jenks

Produced by：Pi'erre Bourne

Yo Pi'erre you wanna come out here?

Huh shh

Slime Slime Slime you's a cold-heart nigga

Slime Slime Slime I'm a stone-cold killer

Slime Slime Slime you's a cold-heart nigga

Slime Slime Slime I'm a stone-cold killer Slime

I put 'bows and feet on a nigga

Play with me I step on you nigga

Love your chain I like the way it swing

Like the way it swing

Look how them diamonds hit

They callin' me callin' my name My name

I'm having back-flashes

I'm thinkin' 'bout times with the gang The gang

Now I just look in the mirror damn

I'm thе nigga with them chains

Damn I'm the nigga with the famе With the fame

Damn I remember had the flame The flame yeah

God done changed everything Thank God yeah

I **** a ***** and then she out my mind Out my mind

Give back shots you know I break her spine Her spine

Look at this AP I don't got time No time

I'm chasin' money money on my mind My mind

You should do the same and get on your grind Your grind

Instead of lookin' for the super slime Slimy

You havin' guap *****? Guap

You got your Glock *****? Glock

You gettin' popped **** Pop

You gonna drop **** He drop

Dog is an opp ***** An opp

He gotta drop then They drop

We do not pop **** Don't pop

Y'all know we kill **** We'll kill 'em

Poppin' your **** Poppin'

They broke as **** damn you too rich

You see what the money do ***** *****

They play with you put 'em on shirt

Put 'em in the dirt trigger finger work Yeah

Sellin' my merch like it's work Uh-huh

Came a long way from the dirt Ooh

God done blessed me put in the work

Big God Big God had to go so hard

Dive in the streets I was ready I'm street smart

Play with your gang I was playing with pistols

I'm ridin' a hotbox totin' a big Glock

Hop out and kick-door I know the pump fake

Uppin' my Glock man that ***** gonna pop

Bottom my Glock man you know it's a glizzy

Know it's a glizzy

I got your ho and she suck on my glizzy

Pop one pop two ***** gon' get busy

**** you I'm done through I got no feelings

Let me get in that p***y I can feel it

Plenty fish in the sea don't like it fishy

Go brush your teeth in her mouth like a dentist

I'm keeping my extended

No type of slippin' when I slip up in it

Slippin' and slide out that p***y I'm finished

Name off the list

Another name my list *****

Another chain I'm goin' big

Another fifty on my wrist

You gotta add a dollar in

Believe that Believe that believe that believe that

When I pop out with that new **** you see that Slime

Slime Slime Slime you's a cold-heart nigga

Slime Slime Slime I'm a stone-cold killer

Slime Slime Slime you's a cold-heart nigga

Slime Slime Slime I'm a stone-cold killer Slime