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lurkin - slimesito lyrics

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[intro]
2wo2imes
yeah, ayy
50’d up
gangway sh-t
brim gang

[chorus]
posted on the block, you know i be working
i be fronting packs, i don’t usually be serving
gotta play smart ’cause police always lurking
getting to the racks, you know that i ain’t hurrying (racks)
better get your b-tch ’cause that ho be flirting
you not from the trenches, n-gga, you suburban
bags of the gas, n-gga, but i ain’t serving (bags)
one call, then you know my k!llers purging
young hitter and he hopping out suburbans (brra)
racks on me, now i’m balling, look like irving
in the trap 24, you know i’m working
big body foreign on the block, swerving
state to state with the pack, but i ain’t touring (state to state)
had to take him off ’cause he wasn’t important
spanish b-tch with me, all my hoes foreign
got the glock on me when i be performing (glock)

[verse]
got the stick on me when i be recording (stick)
on the block with the guns and they be showing
thirty rounds in that pistol, what it’s holding (thirty)
doubled down and you know i’m fully loaded (doubled down)
fifty gang, man, you know that it’s no folding (fifty)
shoot the block up, but i’ma keep on going (brra, brra)
24/7 and the trap stay open (24)
we be getting money, n-gga, we ain’t joking (racks)
sticks got sight, n-gga, we be scoping (stick)
blue hundreds, yeah, you know my pockets locing (hundreds)
everybody in my gang be pistol toting
only smoke exotic ’cause that gas ain’t potent (exotic)
young n-ggas popping n-ggas and they rolling (young n-ggas)
bro got hit then he started folding
just slimed that n-gga, i heard he was holding (slime)
tote this .45 on me and it’s golden

[chorus]
posted on the block, you know i be working
i be fronting packs, i don’t usually be serving
gotta play smart ’cause police always lurking
getting to the racks, you know that i ain’t hurrying (racks)
better get your b-tch ’cause that ho be flirting
you not from the trenches, n-gga, you suburban
bags of the gas, n-gga, but i ain’t serving (bags)
one call, then you know my k!llers purging
young hitter and he hopping out suburbans (brra)
racks on me, now i’m balling, look like irving
in the trap 24, you know i’m working
big body foreign on the block, swerving
state to state with the pack, but i ain’t touring (state to state)
had to take him off ’cause he wasn’t important
spanish b-tch with me, all my hoes foreign
got the glock on me when i be performing (glock)

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