[Intro]
Let's play
Let's play
Okay
Yeah, huh

[Verse 1]
Yeah, playin' with my nutsack
Scratchin' on this crack where I had to hide my Glock at
Cops tryna catch me, I might pop that
Fuck 'em, tryna catch 'em down bad, where them opps at?
N***a tryna catch me slippin', n***a I'm gon' empty
Got that Glock on me, you know that bitch there hold 'bout fifty
Pull up on these n***as, yeah that bullshit, know I'm with it
And I love these freaky hoes, slimeball he love these bitches
Where them nat nat nat nats, give me neck neck
I just wanna hit you front the back and slap that
I just want some head lil mama, might give you some bread
Later on I'm gone, bitch don't call my phone, uh huh
Mister slimeball the boss like Corleone, uh huh
I get a n***a shot, get a n***a gone, uh huh
All about that money, all of my n***as 'bout they skrilla
Catch a n***a down bad, ooh young n***a gon' and kill 'em
We don't play with nobody, everybody 'bout catching a body
Bodies on bodies, n***a we'll kill everybody
All these n***as talkin' 'bout it, they ain't 'bout it
Feel like Master P, but I really want big bank n***a
Pull up on these lame ass n***as in that tank n***a
Got your bitch on my dick, yeah she faint n***a
When she see the slimeball, bitch it's boss
You know these hoes love to lick my balls
[Interlude]
Hahaha, hahaha, yeah
Scratchin' on my nutsack
Yeah bitch
(tell 'em slime) okay
Okay

[Verse 2]
Soon I came in, I had my motherfuckin' mask on
N***a tried to move, fuck that shit, he got blast on
Told that pussy n***a he better not fuckin' move
First n***a move I'ma give his ass the blues
Twelve lookin' for me, slimeball didn't leave no clues
Yellow tape, closed case, make his mama faint
Murder rate raised up, bitch, I'm from EA
You know how I play, rob a AK47 EA
Shoot a motherfucker in his face, ooh that's a cold case
I don't really play with these n***as, I just spray at these n***as
I be ridin' through these streets with a K with me, n***a
Ain't nobody fuckin' safe, n***a
Run up in your house, empty the safe, n***a

[Interlude]
(What else, slime?)
Hahaha, I don't know
[Verse 3]
Back in the kitchen, yeah we countin' up this skrilla
Rippin' up this cocaine, me and all my n***as
All these motherfuckin' convicted felons, we flexin' on these n***as
Why they flexin', why they motherfuckin' stressin'
All this goddamn money, I swear to god god gave me a blessing
I be flexing on these n***as, no fraud
I be fucking all these bitches, more broads
You ain't gettin' no money n***a, you a fraud, huh

[Outro]
What else, what else ho, what else
I don't what else
Fuck it, fuck it let's do it
(Bermuda shit, get you killed out in the street)
Ok, yeah, I like that
Bermuda shit n***a, get you killed out here in these streets, bitch
That's on gang bitch
Yeah n***a, yeah, huh
Itchy nutsack
What the fuck happened to the rest of it? That was it?