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yellow tape - slimesito lyrics

[intro]
fit (chapo)
aye, i’m in the bario wit’ 2 b*tches on me right now n*gga
yeah, right now, aye

[verse 1]
i put a portrait on my face
them racks on me like i’m bill gates
you f*ck wit’ me it’s yellow tape
i got some shooters outta state
you f*ck ass n*ggas can’t relate
i send yo’ ass to heaven gates
yeah, do a drive by on 30th
you know i never show no mercy
you know i’m double law like percy

[bridge]
yeah, aye
yeah, yeah

[verse 2]
i’m in the spot posted up wit’ chapo
my shooter gon’ die for me like i’m pablo
headshot gang, gavе his ass a hollow
i caught his ass lackin’ in the wrong bario
lil’ n*gga gon’ snitch on me like i’m chapo
i turn yo’ ass in, gavе yo’ ass a scuffle
100 shooters up, n*gga we gon’ bust you
50 sticks up, n*gga you in trouble
if you not rsg then it’s f*ck you
i post with the set and i’m [?]
my bros on the east and they [?]
i’m splittin’ these n*ggas just like a fraction
headshot gang like i’m an assassin
these n*ggas know what the f*ck really brackin’
n*gga you gettin’ shot askin’ me what’s happenin’
i’m in ya’ hood and you know i’m taskin’
mexican plug got called from traffic
aye, yeah
body bag gang, put you in a ditch
these n*ggas tryna go to war ’bout a b*tch
you come in my trap n*gga you gon’ get frisked
i feel like ray louis way i blitz
i feel like john gotti way i’m sendin’ hits
body bag music, hit you with the stick
just juked my last plug with that fit
yeah, aye, yeah
[verse 3]
this body bag music, hit you with the stick
he actin’ like he hard but he ain’t gon’ pop
he shakin’ his dreads, shot him in his locs
4 door, i just pulled off the lot
[?]
i’m rsg so i bought bro a glock
if i call scuff then you gon’ get popped
i got a lil’ crip b*tch throwin’ up watts
set yo’ ass up, n*gga you gettin’ robbed
my side hoe always ready to do a job
i got a lil’ b*tch and she stay in cobb
murder for bands, all my n*ggas rob
i’m sellin’ that soft and i’m sellin’ hard
i just put my lil’ shooter on a job
i’m sippin’ lean and you know it’s raw
n*gga started clutchin’, hit him with the stick
n*gga want war then you know it’s lit
i’m callin’ up scuffle if i need a stick
i still got the .44 on my hip
i got a bad b*tch and she bangin’ crip

- slimesito lyrics

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