[Lyrics From Snippet]
(Damn E, this shit exclusive)
Yeah, ayy
I slime my dog out for real, Aspen Kartier a saint
I got millions in the bank
Washin' blood off in the sink
Nigga playing then I tweak, Caution tape [?]
Ugh, ugh, ugh
Make his momma wanna see him, nigga
[?]
Cold world, this a Drac'
Poppin' his top, fuck his face
Head tap, no head wrap
When we see him, headshot
Wouldn't wanna be him [?]
Just shot [?]
[?]
[?]
Hundid' [?] like Popeye
Bad bitches my archive
Got the whole team like a franchise
Lil buddy playin' with his nose, he'll take his soul, then go forget about it
[?]
[?]
I slime my dog out for real, Aspen Kartier a saint
I got millions in the bank
Washin' blood off in the sink
Nigga playing then I tweak, Caution tape [?]
Ugh, ugh, ugh
Make his momma wanna see him, nigga
Fuck a [?], I'm young and reckless
I'll get your top thot knocked off your wishlist
Light the scene up, then clean up, like after Christmas
She ain't mean enough, that friendly shit'll get you [?]
With your hoe, she tryna stay down
[?], we make a nigga lay down
[?], one shot up out this Drac' [?]
We'll make a nigga throw up, opp pack we finna roll up
At the funeral [?]
Jeepers creepers, I'm a tweaker
Stomach shot, leak him
Pint of blood, no beaker
Put him on a T-shirt, no more vivid designer
If a nigga acting [?]
I slime my dog out for real, Aspen Kartier a saint (Ay tell Kai Cenat I'm a vivid designer nigga)
I got millions in the bank
Washin' blood off in the sink (Ay tell Aspen Kartier she a saint I'll slime my dog too you hear me?)
Nigga playing then I tweak, Caution tape [?]
Ugh, ugh, ugh
Make his momma wanna see him, nigga (Yeah, you feel me?)
(Tell Aspen Kartier she a saint I slime my dog for real)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Hard)