Free Dem 5’s

[Intro]
(Ayo, Bans, what you cookin’?)
Hmm, huh? Mmm, huh? Mmm, I feel it [?]
My dreams jumpin’ out the bottom of the path
Yeah, it’s Slime

[Pre-Chorus]
My girl Peach Street, [?], free my daddy and free [?]
If we strapped up then we ridin’ deep in this back to back static ’til we get even
Who is that at the front door?
Pulled the choppa out the peephole, they lookin’ for Slimeto

[Chorus]
Slime-ass nigga, don’t come that way, 38 Baby, duckin’ murder cases
Pop black, keep a mask like Jason
.223, and it hold the casings
I bang red, in control of bases
I don’t send on y’all, lil’ baby
But my cousin, he get pure dope, straight from out the [North/Nola?], change the [traces?]

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I’m a fuckin’ problem, nigga, I play with them choppas nigga
They donе crooked the pots on ’em, yеah, ask my mama, nigga
I’m the fuckin’ dada, nigga, try to pull off, get followed with it
My young niggas, they come out the window (Pfft, pfft, pfft)
Ayy, why the feds tryna lock a nigga?
Pick it up, hold it, just move it, don’t lose it
I got the shit for to blow out the fuses
Talk to lil’ mama, she fuck with my music
She said that she know me from off of a news clip
Run through a million, I bloodied the cruise ship
I got it, ain’t stoppin’, I’m trainin’ my body
I’m on it, I’m poppin’, up, down, no hydraulic
From the Nawf, free my brother BB out the bottom
Southside, northside, and [?]
That’s Bway, they off Shellwood
I don’t need no counselor ’cause my mail good
Bitch, I got a card that you damn pulled, left bodies in my old hood
Lead, pulled off, turn right on Highland, tryna see if cuzzo [?] good

[Chorus]
Slime-ass nigga, don’t come that way, 38 Baby, duckin’ murder cases
Pop black, keep a mask like Jason
.223, and it hold the casings
I bang red, in control of bases
I don’t send on y’all, lil’ baby
But my cousin, he get pure dope, straight from out the [North/Nola?], change the [traces?]

[Verse 2]
I see me jeans, jumpin’ from out the bottom the pot
Had that fuckin’ boy doped like that, he straight pure drop
From the streets, he bein’ in jail back-to-back, life a hard knock
Soon as he get locked up they ship his ass ’cause he gon’ bond out
Different cars, I throw out faces, I’m the shit, this YoungBoy, baby
I want the money, she fuck with me daily, can’t stay in her place, she be bringin’ her babies
Modifications, skrrt
I got the whips, I don’t trip, I don’t drive it on daily
Two million garage, this not a facade
I’m fuckin’ with [Gotti/God and?] you know where it’s [heading?] Body language, you tell it
I’m holdin’ my own, they callin’ my phone, I’m hittin’ decline
I’m on top of they neck, I’m pressure, they cannot recline
He run, I’ma blow out his spine
Fuck with me, know we slangin’ iron, I’m gon’ punish them
Do or die, who it’s gon’ be? It’s you or I, I got a drum for him

[Pre-Chorus]
My girl Peach Street, [?], free my daddy and free [?]
If we strapped up then we ridin’ deep in this back to back static ’til we get even
Who is that at the front door?
Pulled the choppa out the peephole, they lookin’ for Slimeto

[Chorus]
Slime-ass nigga, don’t come that way, 38 Baby, duckin’ murder cases
Pop black, keep a mask like Jason
.223, and it hold the casings
I bang red, in control of bases
I don’t send on y’all, lil’ baby
But my cousin, he get pure dope, straight from out the [North/Nola?], change the [traces?]

[Outro]
Yeah, motherfuckin’ probably, nigga