[Intro] [syncopated electric bass, clean staccato electric guitar, dry drum kit] [record scratch] [Chorus] [soulful female vocals] Slime city thuggin (Bitch, I'm strapped …what's up?) [bass slides, rhythmic guitar scratching] Slime city thuggin (Bitch, I'm strapped …what's up?) [Intro] [syncopated electric bass, clean staccato electric guitar, dry drum kit] [record scratch] [Chorus] [soulful female vocals] Slime city thuggin [bass slides, rhythmic guitar scratching] Slime city thuggin [Intro] [syncopated electric bass, clean staccato electric guitar, dry drum kit] [record scratch] [Chorus] [soulful female vocals] Slime city thuggin [bass slides, rhythmic guitar scratching] Slime city thuggin [INTRO] (Yeah...) (Bow... Bow...) (Brrr...) Welcome to the wild Wild West (Omma) Strap on that bulletproof vest (Brrrr) [Hook] Bitch, I'm strapped …what's up? *(What's up?)* Streets real hot , imma turn it up. *(Bow!)* Trynna spend that pape , no bucks. *(Nah.)* Who the fuck you talkin to, bitch shut up. *(Shut up!)* Target on yeah chest, no luck. *(Facts.)* My Draco spit shells , so what? *(So what?)* Whole lotta eyes on us. *(Haha.)* See the black truck creeping (Bitch Duck) (bow bow) [VERSE 1] Bitches be watchin', copy my swag, then swear they invented the wave. *(Lame.)* Soon as I pop, they changin' they tune like somebody switched up the station. *(Haha.)* (Bitch, I'm strapped …what's up?) I don't throw shade, I block out the sun, now everybody trynna throw shade. *(Bow.)* You spent your rent on a fit for the 'Gram, I spent mine buyin' more clips. *(Facts.)* (Bitch, I'm strapped …what's up?) Yo' ego inflated, my bank gettin' fatter, we definitely not built alike. *(Nah.)* You post motivational quotes every day, but your real life look like a strike. *(Damn.)* Every room I enter get quieter fast, they already know what it is. *(Shh.)* You keep on performin', I'm really that bitch—that's probably why you pissed. *(Haha.)* (Bitch, I'm strapped …what's up?) You want my spot? Better build one first. *(Go.)* You want my shine? Better bleed for it. *(Facts.)* You want my name? Aint no competition to be found *(Nah.)* 'Cause dickridin' get u put in the ground. *(Brrr.)* --- [Hook] Bitch, I'm strapped …what's up? *(What's up?)* Streets real hot , imma turn it up. *(Bow!)* Trynna spend that pape , no bucks. *(Nah.)* Who the fuck you talkin to, bitch shut up. *(Shut up!)* Target on yeah chest, no luck. *(Facts.)* My Draco spit shells , so what? *(So what?)* Whole lotta eyes on us. *(Haha.)* See the black truck creeping (Bitch Duck) (bow bow) **[VERSE 2]** I don't compete, I delete the comparison soon as I walk in the room. *(Gone.)* They spend they whole damn career chasin' trends, I make the trend become news. *(Talk.)* You flexin' followers, baby, that's cute—I flex people who answer my calls. *(Facts.)* Half of these internet gangsters go ghost when it's time to stand on they bars. *(Haha.)* (Bitch, I'm strapped …what's up?) My confidence rude, my attitude worse, my mouth got an unpaid filter. *(Sheesh.)* I tell the truth so disrespectfully, feelings get left on a stretcher. *(Ooh.)* You wanted smoke, I became bad weather. *(Storm.)* (Bitch, I'm strapped …what's up?) You wanted pressure, I raised the damn measure. *(Bow.)* You wanted problems? Go look in the mirror. *(Facts.)* That's where the fuckin' issue been forever. *(Haha.)* (Bitch, I'm strapped …what's up?) --- **[PRE-HOOK]** If they ain't talkin' money, I ain't hearin' shit. *(Nah.)* If they ain't buildin' somethin', I ain't fearin' shit. *(Facts.)* (Bitch, I'm strapped …what's up?) bitch you tough 'til the lights get bright. *(Yeah.)* Then it's excuses... every damn night. *(Brrr.)* (Bitch, I'm strapped …what's up?) [Hook] Bitch, I'm strapped …what's up? *(What's up?)* Streets real hot , imma turn it up. *(Bow!)* Trynna spend that pape , no bucks. *(Nah.)* Who the fuck you talkin to, bitch shut up. *(Shut up!)* Target on yeah chest, no luck. *(Facts.)* My Draco spit shells , so what? *(So what?)* Whole lotta eyes on us. *(Haha.)* See the black truck creeping (Bitch Duck) (bow bow) **[OUTRO]** (Bitch, I'm strapped …what's up?) *(Bow... Bow...)* *(Brrr...)* They keep talkin'... (Bitch, I'm strapped …what's up?) I'ma keep winnin'. (Bitch, I'm strapped …what's up?) That's the part that really fuck 'em up. (Bitch, I'm strapped …what's up?) (Bitch, I'm strapped …what's up?) (Bitch, I'm strapped …what's up?)
