[Verse 1: Nef The Pharaoh]
Ah, ha what, ugh ah
All the real 304's better make something
The head was so good I made her stop like I hate cumming
You n***as only smoke a blunt a day, this my eighth onion
And I keep a Glock on my side 'cause I hate running
How you spill Nef the stomp down? Said P
Fuck rap, I sell pussy and a lil' bit of weed
I had to make my brother put that blunt out, I smell seeds
And Blap Dre threw my n***a Gaslato and said, "chief"
I got a FN and Ying Yang Twins
N***as rap about all them skits but they don't ever spin
If I wanted to be another square I'd work at Lids
I'd probably have a better chance jumping off the Bay Bridge

[Chorus: Slimmy B]
How you doin' lil' mama let me whisper in ya ear
Hit it from the back while I'm pulling on ya hair
It's cold on the four now we pouring up red
I jumped out the low tryna leave a n***a dead

[Verse 2: Slimmy B]
I jumped in the pussy, so wet I tried to swim in it
Beat her walls down like I'm tryna leave a dent in it
Bought a new Benz, didn't want it, put my bitch in it
Pourin' up a four, plus a four, I'm a sick n***a
43 a nine but it's knocking down big n***as
Like the d-line in the league bitch we blitz n***as
And the choppa Ali the way it hittin' n***as
She ain't fucking with no bum she want a rich n***a
Blowing bands up in Gucci I ain't lootin'
Big 23's off the Amiri's I be booted
When everybody duckin' we them n***as that be shootin'
And this Ganglato pack smelling like a n***a pooted, n***a
[Verse 3: Lil Bean]
Okay we going in today
That n***a Kony playing, tell Bar send me the Drake
Have brodie bounce out and tryna eat a n***a face
They couldn't ID him that's how brodie beat the case
Every time I pull a foreign up we gotta back him in
The bitch say she never coming back, but how she back again?
Let's keep it off the net, I ain't going back and forth
Yeah we can line it up and get it poppin' like the Forth

[Chorus: Slimmy B]
How you doin' lil' mama let me whisper in ya ear
Hit it from the back while I'm pulling on ya hair
It's cold on the four now we pouring up red
I jumped out the low tryna leave a n***a dead

[Verse 4: ShooterGang Kony]
I bounced out the low tryna leave you on your head
Never outta blood beat the cooter 'til it's red
Ask him what he wanted for the ten, I ain't pay him
Rule the coochie lips I'ma tell you what she saying (Can't hear her)
Sexy ass body and her hands real soft
I'ma rob your grandmama before I ever take a loss
If you got a switch I don't care what it cost
'Cause you know I lost a lil' homie, still got up off
FN 5'7" like it's short
Had to buy some other kicks, I couldn't find 'em in Dior
If you never funked with n***as that you love pass my blower
Got her crying in my car 'cause I told her I don't know her
Want to cut again chicken I move mean in this quarantine
You say you sliding every day but I ain't heard a thing
Leave a n***a on the black top, big b's
Thirty on my neck, another thirty on my hamstring, n***a
[Chorus: Slimmy B]
How you doin' lil' mama let me whisper in ya ear
Hit it from the back while I'm pulling on ya hair
It's cold on the four now we pouring up red
I jumped out the low tryna leave a n***a dead

[Verse 5: DaBoii]
I jumped out the low tryna, you know the Feds listening
I don't wanna sip this cup no more, it's too much red in it
Damn that babby warm as hell, I coulda slept in it
Them n***as throw up C's, but they ain't Crips, I'm wit' my Crest n***as
We can really bop, bop, bop, if n***as trying to
Bitches tryna fuck just 'cause I'm famous, I ain't Iamsu!
You in the field without it, you need to buy two
That's what you wearing to the club? Look like you tryna hoop
Don't ask me who I look up to, I'm who I idolize
Boy don't get to reaching for my chain unless you tryna die
Bitch I got it all from boot to zazz, so what you tryna buy?
Told that bitch get out my biz 'cause bitch I'm minding mine
Bitch, you down to ride or what?
Oh everybody ain't get a plate? Watch me divide it up
I can make this n***a baby mama do all kind of stuff
I hear you barely put in work, but yeah you grinding huh?
Bitch