Slimey Intentions

Advanced with my accuracy, never proficient Designer belt just to hold up my britches Been running from love i'm allergic to simping Make easy money off pimping from Memphis Somebody got tapped they said INE did it Let's take a ride I ain't vibed in a minute Lil box on the Glock they gone hide when I hit it Don't try to snake me I got Slimey Intentions Moving too fast now he in the dirt My lil shooter keep Glocky up in her purse She a classy lil bit but she know her worth Send me all of her pictures I get em first Poke it out she take pictures up in my merch I be scared to show love it's a gift and curse Overthinking it make everything worst But i gotta man up I 'den seen worst I get paranoid quick so pipe down Steph Curry in the clip shoot ya lights out I'm da hardest young nigga out right now Pull up presidential like the white house Pull up presidential like Obama You think you a Gunna now you gotta suffer Slid up on her snap and got her number She tell me she love me while i take out her bundles You a fool if you thinking bout cuffing Drum on a stick like percussion I dare you to touch me I roll em up in a Russian She nervous and blushing just want me to touch it But i don't got time for the talk though I load up a beat and I walk on it Got the wood on the Drac Better knock on it He was dissing on me had to off homie Ay Advanced with my accuracy, never proficient Designer belt just to hold up my britches Been running from love i'm allergic to simping Make easy money off pimping from Memphis Somebody got tapped they said INE did it Let's take a ride I ain't vibed in a minute Lil box on the Glock they gone hide when I hit it Don't try to snake me I got Slimey Intentions Don't try to snake me Get yo dumb ass slushed Just for talking too much Get yo dumb ass hushed You can look at the rapper But ho don't touch Treat my watches like MATA They all gettin bussed Hear the flick of da lighter The opps getting smoked Make my profit off rap Ain't standing at a store Can't be linking wit hos, I double check the lo She look down at her phone too long She gotta go You niggas duckin' First name should be Donald Feel like Westbrook I'll never leave my Thunder This for my granny, sisters, momma, brothers I'm straight out the trenches I come from the struggle Gang over hos We riding for each other Big INE I'm dying for the letters Turn her up, just to make her feel her special Casamigo's, got her doing whatever Advanced with my accuracy, never proficient Designer belt just to hold up my britches Been running from love i'm allergic to simping Make easy money off pimping from Memphis Somebody got tapped they said INE did it Let's take a ride I ain't vibed in a minute Lil box on the Glock they gone hide when I hit it Don't try to snake me I got Slimey Intentions