Quig - #FreeGSlime Lyrics

This that shit right here
Nahh Forreal, Ya hear me
Put the smoke in the air, Don't pass it (What you tell em)
Don't roll no hemp, Roll a classic
Got One in the head, You know I can't lack
Spent Two bands, To get that back
Three in the morning, You know that we fishing
Four deep in that car, We going on missions
Free GSlime
He locked not washed
Been getting them bags, I'm a pay what it cost
Got bands off Cashapp, Ain't gotta do fraud
Had to stomp me a nigga, I think motherfuckers saw it
Put the smoke in the air, Don't pass it
Don't roll no hemp, Roll a classic
If she gotta Lil butt when she shake it, I'm a jazz it
If she put it in my face then you know I'm a grab it
(Nahh Forreal I'm telling you)
Got One in the head, You know I can't lack
Spent Two bands to get that back
Three in the morning, You know that we fishing
Four deep in that car, We going on missions
Thuggin' Five days straight, Need me a new plate
If it's Six niggas stroafin', Six niggas gotta lay
Like Seven in the morning, Be catching juggs early
Bro was getting them eight balls off to them birdies
You know I stay tight with that Nine
If a nigga run up wrong, Put that shit on his mind
You can call my bluff if you think that I'm lying
He got bags for the low then you know that I'm buying
But if he look sweet, We bag him
We going get on that car, We going tag em
If it's smoke then we ain't going at him
We going lay his block, We going creep
He in a car, We going hop out on feet
We going get him up out of his seat
Tell him don't make no noise, Not a peep
If he make another move, He get beat
Got 12 on my line, Might gotta do dash
Get blessed if you copping with cash
Bitch from Duval, Keep giving me sass
If she keep getting crazy then I'm a beat her ass
That's domestic
It's a theory lil bitch, Come test it
Face jays of the za, We don't pass it
That's a go, Lil nigga don't jazz it
Make the work disappear like magic
If 12 hop on the whip, We going bust em
Opps dissin' ona gram but it's fuck em
If he don't give that shit up, We going crush him
Lil Dirtyy nigga clean, Don't touch him
Two Ys Shit Official ya hear me
(Lil Dirtyy nigga clean, Don't touch him
If he don't give that shit up, We gon crush him
Opps dissin' ona gram, But it's fuck em)
We ain't city rolling, Nigga we fishing
We ain't hopping on live, We ain't doing no dissin'
Let a shot out the Glock, I ain't doing no missing
Niggas talkin on the net, Doing way too much tippin'
Too precise with the stick, Put motherfuckers on alert
If lil bruh get the door then I'm going in first
Bag you or your bitch, I don't know which one worst
But I still got manners so I ain't going in her purse
Well he reached so I taught him
If he got bags for the low, I extort him
Might gotta get him drunk, Then I'm a backdoor em
He got hit by the stick but it wasn't even for him
(It don't even matter he was with em)
Nahh Forreal
If I hop in the whip then I'm gone on a hunt
If bro down bad, Send the work like a punt
Hadda roll me a jay, I ain't rolling no blunts
Got bags of da za, Come pay what I want
Shit in motion but I swear they don't see it
If I get caught in that jam, Yeah the fifth I'm a plead it
Cop a bag, Get it off then you know I repeat it
If I whip out my dick, I'm a tell her to eat it
Twin sticks in the telly like Zack and Cody
Got bitches on my line like Mr. Mosby
Might hit the yellow house, Get me a four-piece
Fuck a bitch and her friend, Trying have me orgy
Don't whip out your phone, Bitch don't record me
That's federal
Hit a nigga hours later like a edible
Got bags for the low, Can you mail em through
How many grams in the sheets, It's several
Don't tell on me, Cause I won't tell on you
Shhh (What he tell em)
Don't tell on me Cause I won't tell on you (Shhhh)
What he tell em (Dats Hot Hot)
Nahhfr Bitch

This that shit right here
Nahh Forreal, Ya hear me
Put the smoke in the air, Don't pass it (What you tell em)
Don't roll no hemp, Roll a classic
Got One in the head, You know I can't lack
Spent Two bands, To get that back
Three in the morning, You know that we fishing
Four deep in that car, We going on missions
Free GSlime
He locked not washed
Been getting them bags, I'm a pay what it cost
Got bands off Cashapp, Ain't gotta do fraud
Had to stomp me a nigga, I think motherfuckers saw it
Put the smoke in the air, Don't pass it
Don't roll no hemp, Roll a classic
If she gotta Lil butt when she shake it, I'm a jazz it
If she put it in my face then you know I'm a grab it
(Nahh Forreal I'm telling you)
Got One in the head, You know I can't lack
Spent Two bands to get that back
Three in the morning, You know that we fishing
Four deep in that car, We going on missions
Thuggin' Five days straight, Need me a new plate
If it's Six niggas stroafin', Six niggas gotta lay
Like Seven in the morning, Be catching juggs early
Bro was getting them eight balls off to them birdies
You know I stay tight with that Nine
If a nigga run up wrong, Put that shit on his mind
You can call my bluff if you think that I'm lying
He got bags for the low then you know that I'm buying
But if he look sweet, We bag him
We going get on that car, We going tag em
If it's smoke then we ain't going at him
We going lay his block, We going creep
He in a car, We going hop out on feet
We going get him up out of his seat
Tell him don't make no noise, Not a peep
If he make another move, He get beat
Got 12 on my line, Might gotta do dash
Get blessed if you copping with cash
Bitch from Duval, Keep giving me sass
If she keep getting crazy then I'm a beat her ass
That's domestic
It's a theory lil bitch, Come test it
Face jays of the za, We don't pass it
That's a go, Lil nigga don't jazz it
Make the work disappear like magic
If 12 hop on the whip, We going bust em
Opps dissin' ona gram but it's fuck em
If he don't give that shit up, We going crush him
Lil Dirtyy nigga clean, Don't touch him
Two Ys Shit Official ya hear me
(Lil Dirtyy nigga clean, Don't touch him
If he don't give that shit up, We gon crush him
Opps dissin' ona gram, But it's fuck em)
We ain't city rolling, Nigga we fishing
We ain't hopping on live, We ain't doing no dissin'
Let a shot out the Glock, I ain't doing no missing
Niggas talkin on the net, Doing way too much tippin'
Too precise with the stick, Put motherfuckers on alert
If lil bruh get the door then I'm going in first
Bag you or your bitch, I don't know which one worst
But I still got manners so I ain't going in her purse
Well he reached so I taught him
If he got bags for the low, I extort him
Might gotta get him drunk, Then I'm a backdoor em
He got hit by the stick but it wasn't even for him
(It don't even matter he was with em)
Nahh Forreal
If I hop in the whip then I'm gone on a hunt
If bro down bad, Send the work like a punt
Hadda roll me a jay, I ain't rolling no blunts
Got bags of da za, Come pay what I want
Shit in motion but I swear they don't see it
If I get caught in that jam, Yeah the fifth I'm a plead it
Cop a bag, Get it off then you know I repeat it
If I whip out my dick, I'm a tell her to eat it
Twin sticks in the telly like Zack and Cody
Got bitches on my line like Mr. Mosby
Might hit the yellow house, Get me a four-piece
Fuck a bitch and her friend, Trying have me orgy
Don't whip out your phone, Bitch don't record me
That's federal
Hit a nigga hours later like a edible
Got bags for the low, Can you mail em through
How many grams in the sheets, It's several
Don't tell on me, Cause I won't tell on you
Shhh (What he tell em)
Don't tell on me Cause I won't tell on you (Shhhh)
What he tell em (Dats Hot Hot)
Nahhfr Bitch