Lyrics:
(Big Slime)
Never catch no real nigga like me on a song with 6ix9ine (never)
My bitch say every time she look up, I'm about to spark a blunt up
to the ground
Right along with that bridge and learn to turn your back on me
Fucking with a wild, wild one
I did it for the streets with my mama in mind
I
a smidget
If you want beef then we can supersize it
Freshman in the game
So they wanna haze me like my name Isaac
I killed the beat and dig a
Ditch just
What's up? Whatever, sable fur to lamb leather
Seen it all in the trap with fitted caps for cold weather
With creased denim threats delivered when I send
the pain I see, make it stop, make it leave
Georgia Boys, Real McCoy, Miracle with Pastor Troy
Ain't no Tonka toy, nuclear, we'll destroy
Ain't no
then throw it up
Like Lil' Jon I keep it crunk
Got beef with me I'ma pop the trunk
Like Pastor Troy I'm ridin' big
To the club, blowin' skunk
Mike
to be Pastor Troy
Bout to get blast on, "where the fuck is my mask homes?"
Mutha'fuck them niggaz
I'mma burn them niggaz
I'mma take them niggaz with me
than priest cocks
In 3 little boys named Troy, Travis, and Levi
They want me to stop
They be screamin' at me like teapots
But nigga it's my job
To bring
never turning back
No I’m never looking back
Get it in yes by the racks
I hope all my music smacks
Jealous talking smack
No I do not fuck with that
All
you can fit a midget in his engine
Bitch, give me them digits, why you cringin'?
Not by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin
Will I spend-spend even ten
little own world
I'm in my little own world
I'm in my little own world
Smoke by myself
Drink by myself
Eat by myself
All by myself
Dance by myself
Live by
Y’all look real real sweet
In them little outfits and shit
Got ya little rims on your thirty thousand dollar car
Bitch get a Aston Martin truck role with
don't slip
Ayy, dickie suit fuck your drip
Ayy, young nigga selling on zip
Went & bought me a pound, selling nicks in the dime
Till I get back on my shit,
don't never come fake
I'm 'bout to hit Dove Way, just past Troy's
I'm dippin' by myself, I'm 'bout to call up my boys
I pass up the corner I see some
But a little bit of light
Seems to give me that vibrant feel
Got to thank God I'm here
When I nearly drowned in my tears
But a little bit of light
You know I'm 'bout that NYC powder!
You want that dope shit, fuck with me
Lifestyles of the rich and shameless
Some people get to change, some go
MALIK COME GET ME
Just do!
BANG
Ah
In the building T-Roy
Mhhm yeah heh
Before ma rise
All I'd do was sin sometimes
All I know is i really love when I
spray broad day ain't nothing
The lilac one AK doing something
I'm immuned to the drama
Act a fool if you want to
Lean in my pocket, 40 calb by
my side
I'll ride my big truck with you by my side
Your voice is comforting
She has it all in my dreams
This is exciting
Money and a cup of coffee
This
out
Got a Heart like Pastor Troy Well uh-huh dats da Sound
With dat Gullah fam Nipsey Hustle Running laps now
Awe man Yeah Its up and Its stuck like
muthafuckers just like to spray
Verse 1: (Pastor Troy)
I'm from the ghetto, Jerry Springer, BET
Bout a million muthafuckers in there trapped with me
Still get decisions
Then I flip from Troy
Hit the brownie tracks
Smokes big with feds
Low in hell stoke
Got a game in back
See I'm in with Bin
This disaster, it's not a test
Where's my pastor, he playing chess
Ain't got no bless
Goddamn it god and me got diamond by radar in gadda da vida
let em go, I know, if god with me I can never be alone,
House on the hill, but the ghetto is my home, that's some real shit,
I can never leave these
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