[Intro: Slim 400]
N***as don't fuckin' understand (Hol' up, hol' up)
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[Verse: Slim 400]
Bitches hating on a n***a, but they still love me
Mind through Bompton, front lining, miss the dead homies
Never switched, made it gangsta, all I throw is T's (Piru)
And leave these n***as in the street, so they think of me
Cold killer, n***as know, I don't fuck with who?
Information from a bitch, so I'm sliding through
Gutter Slim, ain't changed, but my money do (Haha)
And fuck these snake ass n***as, is that a homie of you?
Ain't my friend, ain't my foe, I don't fuck with you
All I do is get this money and stay hella true
[?] made n***a, who the fuck is you? (Who are you?)
Got a lot at granny house, and made a dub or two
Make this money, get this money, all I fucking do (Haha)
Snitch n***as bitch made, yeah, I fucking knew (Ayy, look)
Got a plan to get these mil's dolla-dollar bill (Tap me out)
Ain't no slippin', ain't no lackin', gotta keep it trill

[Chorus: GP3]
My whip all black, I got the seats red
Youngest n***a winning
Bangin' Bloods, getting to the bread
Lil' baby face
She love the pimpin', but I love the head
N***as always asking what I do, they talking to the feds
Really 'bout a bag, bitch I need it now
I be stacking bags, filling bags like a cash cow
Snake ass n***as pillow talking to the bitches now
N***as acting hard until I see 'em
They be goin' out
[Verse 3: Celly Ru]
Throw up the gang, n***as know the name
Celly Ru, [?] Village Piru, only thing I bang
What you claim?
[?], my lil' drillers aim
I'm from [?]
Ain't no [?] with me, they bang hella gangs
I'm from [?], n***as know who really put it on the map
Streets' a wrap, it don't really matter
We the king of that
"Get a bag", what I tell a bitch
How I leave her ass
She a fad, we gon' plunge in that, she won't [?]
Set her down, put her in a room
She won't leave the trap
What's the count?
She gon' come correct if we bring it back
Lil' n***a tryna eat a mil'
He can't eat a rack
10k is really [?] money
He feel rich with that
Pull up with a stick
If he ain't from here, he get stripped with that
Put his lil' bitch ass in the dirt and you can't get him back
Kick over the candles at the spot them n***as lit him at
He the reason why his dawg ain't livin'
How you live with that? (Haha)
[Chorus: GP3]
My whip all black, I got the seats red
Youngest n***a winning
Bangin' Bloods, getting to the bread
Lil' baby face
She love the pimpin', but I love the head
N***as always asking what I do, they talking to the feds
Really 'bout a bag, bitch I need it now
I be stacking bags, filling bags like a cash cow
Snake ass n***as pillow talking to the bitches now
N***as acting hard until I see 'em
They be goin' out

[Outro: Slim 400]
Hahaha
And these n***as want me to leave the bity
I mean they just want me just to up and move
But I ain't goin' for it
Ayy, bitch if you want me
Ayy, bitch come holla at me
N***a, I'm doing this shit for Bompton, n***a
Bompton what it is, n***a
Bye ([?])