SLIME BUSINESS II (feat. NËY 18 ARRÖW)

How we on, shock, they don't know Call me a Pacino, cause I been boss Leave a ramblin' on the side, shorty must not know me Slime All this cash that I've been missin', leave her, I suppose Yeah, yeah, I suppose, yeah, yeah, I suppose, yeah, yeah How he get them bitches still, trickin' bitches Versace on the boy, I'm big headed, bitch He said I switched he ain't my brother, f*ck what he think Yeah, yeah, f*ck that shit, yeah, yeah, f*ck that shit Yeah, yeah, f*ck they talkin' bout, yeah, yeah, f*ck that shit Yeah, yeah, always prepared if it's bout my brother, bro Yeah, yeah, always stand on business, that's why imma cut a ho It's kinda corny, shorty trippin, but she ain't my my type, yeah I was off the P's, got some top, I told her bye, yeah XV thats the ride big body whip, that's for the guys, yeah Never on some sucker, he a lame ass, choosin sides, yeah Let's party bitches, I don't hang out with no snitches What I think of, only riches, call her wifey how she sending pictures I don't argue, so dismissive Sorry, I smashed, is that your Mrs I stay checking on plenty bitches I was broke once then I turned into a ratchet nigga Pandemonium my time never checkin' on the lights They'll never be bright Never ask me on that wife Every time I seek I flight , see beauty, see a fly Choose a mountain hard to climb, that boy is slow think he Clyde That boy broke, card decline, pussy nigga choose sides Clout bitches, insecure niggas talk about wasting my time The dirty cup, got the medicine, but it's still givin' me life I wasn't Villianous, till they turned me one, now I look at them and smile I've been notorious from the start, but I've never been on this typa time Yeah, yeah, f*ck that shit, yeah Yeah, f*ck that shit, yeah F*ck they talkin' bout, yeah F*ck that shit, yeah, yeah Always prepared if it's bout my brother, bro Always stand on business, that's why imma cut a ho Gonna chase the bands always on the look,shooting in yo block,let it cloak. Let it fucking cloak. Spitting like I'm Glock Keys on the audi bitch I'm on the run Been on the grind always on my mind Trying to survive, got that shit from bro Counting on my racks heavy on wrist Bags on bags on bags get checks or facts dont cap It's on business man I paced the track Now it's lapped and lapped and lapped And while I'm chasing money all you do is lack and lack it's sad