Yung Slimmii - Rehab Flow Lyrics

I got 'em baby
Head on the swivel, got my brim real low
Yea I know
Bout that dough
I'm thinking 'bout it 24/7
I'm cooking up like Café 54
And what's better than a zero? A comma and plenty mo'
You coming out that water, boy you just a tadpole
You could ask lil Zoe, flipped a G to a O yeah
Summer time Down South it's straight snow
Yea bitch I'm big steppin' I could feel it in my sole
Eva try to snatch my chain imma snatch yo soul
And that's fasho! I'm a pro from my head to my toe
He said it was a drought man that was the biggest joke
You water whipped player now let that bitch soak
Wait cat got ya tongue? Fuck it let 'em choke
I ride solo, puffing gas, Solo
Thinking bout how'd you did that boy was really so low
Grabba filled with high dro and just a side note
I seen his main bitch she looking like my side hoe
The better the - the better the rock
Man that's how the dice roll but woah slow ya roll
Let it bubble, see that yellow? Keep it mellow
Let it rock like heavy metal now your feet is on the pedal
Now we talkin' baby, just like the 80's
Black man with a white lady know what I'm sayin'? Ha
No discriminating no I am not a racist
The clock is what I'm racing
They said it pays to wait I'm tired of being patient
I refuse to be complacent nigga
I'm tryna beat the clock, pistol whip the clock
Domes (Tic-Tok) violence is what Slimmii call it
Just don't call the cops, I'm finna cop a bag
Zig zag on the streets is how I do it man
I'm so ducked off ask Santa Clause
I see them boys tryna grab the sauce
I caught em slippin', Randy Moss
Horse power Polo on me that's a stallion
What you bustas on? I shake you up, shut the pot then cut the burner on
Chhh, put this verse on, a scale I bet it weight a ton
Put it in a bag I bet it make you sum
And if you don't you just fucking dumb
My woaday got that choppa and that bitch go ruu-pu-pum-pum
I got a green thumb yea and my palm itching
Rich thoughts, can't afford to make poor decisions
Hair trigga make you weave and wig if there's ever tension
And that bitch come with extensions
Y'all in debt man, y'all better pay attention
Let it play out
Addicted to the streets I need rehab
I'm sorry momma but this life I live, I live it fast yea
And this world is so wicked I just got to get past and I can't look back
When the funds low you know them guns gon' show
Don't give a fuck bout who you know or nigga what you done dawg
Cause I'm right here right now yea right here right now

I got 'em baby
Head on the swivel, got my brim real low
Yea I know
Bout that dough
I'm thinking 'bout it 24/7
I'm cooking up like Café 54
And what's better than a zero? A comma and plenty mo'
You coming out that water, boy you just a tadpole
You could ask lil Zoe, flipped a G to a O yeah
Summer time Down South it's straight snow
Yea bitch I'm big steppin' I could feel it in my sole
Eva try to snatch my chain imma snatch yo soul
And that's fasho! I'm a pro from my head to my toe
He said it was a drought man that was the biggest joke
You water whipped player now let that bitch soak
Wait cat got ya tongue? Fuck it let 'em choke
I ride solo, puffing gas, Solo
Thinking bout how'd you did that boy was really so low
Grabba filled with high dro and just a side note
I seen his main bitch she looking like my side hoe
The better the - the better the rock
Man that's how the dice roll but woah slow ya roll
Let it bubble, see that yellow? Keep it mellow
Let it rock like heavy metal now your feet is on the pedal
Now we talkin' baby, just like the 80's
Black man with a white lady know what I'm sayin'? Ha
No discriminating no I am not a racist
The clock is what I'm racing
They said it pays to wait I'm tired of being patient
I refuse to be complacent nigga
I'm tryna beat the clock, pistol whip the clock
Domes (Tic-Tok) violence is what Slimmii call it
Just don't call the cops, I'm finna cop a bag
Zig zag on the streets is how I do it man
I'm so ducked off ask Santa Clause
I see them boys tryna grab the sauce
I caught em slippin', Randy Moss
Horse power Polo on me that's a stallion
What you bustas on? I shake you up, shut the pot then cut the burner on
Chhh, put this verse on, a scale I bet it weight a ton
Put it in a bag I bet it make you sum
And if you don't you just fucking dumb
My woaday got that choppa and that bitch go ruu-pu-pum-pum
I got a green thumb yea and my palm itching
Rich thoughts, can't afford to make poor decisions
Hair trigga make you weave and wig if there's ever tension
And that bitch come with extensions
Y'all in debt man, y'all better pay attention
Let it play out
Addicted to the streets I need rehab
I'm sorry momma but this life I live, I live it fast yea
And this world is so wicked I just got to get past and I can't look back
When the funds low you know them guns gon' show
Don't give a fuck bout who you know or nigga what you done dawg
Cause I'm right here right now yea right here right now