K Clip

[Intro]
(Link+Up)

[Chorus: Slimmy B]
I ain't got no type bitch just call me Rae Srem
I love a fake ass but I hate a fake bitch
Niggas dick riding that's that fucking gay shit
I don't trust shit caught a fucking K clip

[Verse 1: Slimmy B]
I ain't fifty but I need my money by Monday
Speeding in that Hellcat not no fucking Hyundai
These niggas want beef put 'em on a entree
Lil' baby wanna suck me told her, "maybe one day"
Tryna lay a nigga down when this fucking gun spray
Drippin' in Dior tryna rip the runway
Coulda had a rich nigga but you went the bum way
OG tryna fuck throw it back on Tay
In my hood it go down like a fucking sunset
Up another hundred bands still ain't been a month yet
Not a bitch I can't hit still ain't met one yet
You blew a bag on that bitch, still ain't hit the buns yet (Fuckin' nerd)
You ain't really thuggin' in these streets I know (I know)
Seem nigga you don't really want beef I know (I know)
Hella high in the lab pouring drink by the four
Thuggin' 'til I die give these streets my soul

[Chorus: Slimmy B]
I ain't got no type bitch just call me Rae Srem
I love a fake ass but I hate a fake bitch
Niggas dick riding that's that fucking gay shit
I don't trust shit but this fucking K clip
All that gang gang shit you niggas ain't wit'
I done parked the Benz then a nigga changed whips
Nigga fuck you and who the fuck you came with
I don't trust shit but this fucking K clip

[Verse 2: DaBoii]
Bitch clicked the link up in my bio now she wanna link
You fooling on the Gram, that shit just big when it's up on the sink
You ain't never smelt exotic odor 'cause you niggas cheap
Two different type of niggas in this world, boy you a wolf or sheep?
How you slandering my name but won't come say it with your chest though?
Over here it's either do the stepping or get stepped on
All these faces blue up in this loaf that's on the dead locs
If I want 'em dead they doing what I say and I just said so
That gang shit y'all barely wit' it so stop claiming it
Living up in hell come play with me I'll have it raining bitch
If I pop this Perc then I'ma fuck her like I hate the bitch
One shot up out this Glock will turn a pig into some Bacon Bits
I don't trust shit but this K magazine
SOB ain't pay the way bitch? Stay factories
Just left the club and popped some bottles now my bae mad at me
But off the juice I'm charging up like double A batteries
On the gang

[Chorus: Slimmy B]
I ain't got no type bitch just call me Rae Srem
I love a fake ass but I hate a fake bitch
Niggas dick riding that's that fucking gay shit
I don't trust shit but this fucking K clip
All that gang gang shit you niggas ain't wit'
I done parked the Benz then a nigga changed whips
Nigga fuck you and who the fuck you came with
I don't trust shit but this fucking K clip