Quig - #FreeGSlime Lyrics

This that shit right here
Nahhfr
Ya hear me
Put da smoke ina air
Don't pass it
(What you tell em)
Don't roll no hemp
Roll a classic

Got One ina head
You know I can't lack
Spent Two bands
To get that back
Three ina morning
You know that we fishing
Four deep innat car
We going on missions

Free GSlime
He locked not washed
Been getting dem bags
Ima pay what it cost
Got bands off Cashapp
Ain't gotta do fraud
Hadda stomp me a nigga
I think mfs saw it

Put da smoke ina air
Don't pass it
Don't roll no hemp
Roll a classic
If she gotta Lil butt
When she shake it ima jazz it
If she put it in my face
Then you know ima grab it
Nahhfr i'm tellin

Got One in head
You know I can't lack
Spent Two bands
To get that back
Three ina morning
You know that we fishing
Four deep innat 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 ina morning
Be catching juggs early
Bro was getting dem 8balls
Off to dem birdies

You know I stay tight wit 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 da low
Then you know that i'm buying

But if he look sweet
We bag him
We gon get onnat car
We gon tag em
If it's smoke
Then we ain't gon at him
We gon lay his block
We gon creep
He ina car
We gon hop out on feet
We gon get him
Up outta his seat
Tell him don't make no noise
Not a peep
If he make anova move
He get beat

Got 12 on my line
Might gotta do dash
Get blessed if you
Coppin wit cash
Bitch from Duval
Keep giving me sass
If she keep getting crazy
Then ima beat her ass

That's domestic
It's a theory Lil bitch
Come test it
Face jays of da za
We don't pass it
That's a go
Lil nigga don't jazz it
Make da work disappear
Like magic

If 12 hop ona whip
We gon bust em
Opps dissin' ona gram
But it's fuck em
If he don't give that shit up
We gon crush him
Lil Dirtyy nigga clean
Don't touch him

Two Ys Shit Official
(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 dissing
Let a shot out da Glock
Ian doing no missing
Niggas talkin ona net
Doing way too much tippin'

Too precise with da stick
Put mfs on alert
If Lil bruh get da door
Then i'm going in first
Bag you or your bitch
Idk which one is worst
But I got manners
So ian gon go in her purse

Well he reached
So I taught him
If he got bags for da low
I extort him
Might gotta get him drunk
THen ima backdoor em
He got hit by da stick
But it wasn't even for him

(It don't even matter
He was with em)

If I hop ina whip
Then we gone ona hunt
If bro down bad
Send da work like a punt
Hadda roll me a jay
Ian rolling no blunts
Got bags of da za
Come pay what I want

Shit in motion
But I swear dey don't see it
If I get caught innat jam
Yeah da fifth ima plead it
Cop a bag
Get it off
Then you know I repeat it
If I whip out my dick
Ima tell her to eat it

Twin sticks ina telly
Like Zack n Cody
Got bitches on my line
Like Mr. Mosby
Might hit da yellow house
Get me a four piece
Fuck a bitch and her friend
Tryn have me orgy
Don't whip out ur phone
Bitch don't record me

That's federal
Hit a nigga hours later
Like a edible
Got bags for da low
Can you mail em thru
How many grams ina sheets
It's several
Don't tell on me
Cuz I won't tell on you

Shhh
(What he tell em)
Don't tell on me
Cuz I won't tell on you
(Shhhh)
Cuz Dats Hot Hot
Nahhfr Bitch