Letra de Just How It Is - Slimelife Shawty

Damn Dior

I say a whole lot of shit, nigga

I'ma stand on that, nigga

No standin' behind it, nigga

I'm slime, what's happenin'?

Yeah, you know

And I been on this road for a minute, yeah

They tryna kill me, yeah

Blemish my image

They hate I'm livin'

They hate I'm winnin'

They hate the real me

They hate 'cause I stand up

Ain't no bitch, I'ma make 'em feel me

Like every time, I ride 'round with hella nines

I ride 'round with hella slimes

Four pockets, I need every dime

Four pockets, I need all of mine

Watch how we all shine

And I been goin' through a lot of shit, but it's gon' be all fine

Nah, for real

Nah, for real, I ain't sparin' nobody

You dance with them, you will crawl with them

You stand with them, you will fall with them

Fuck you and you, fuck all of them

And they used to be my dawg 'nem

Who foenem grave that was bangin' slime? (On God)

But they didn't slide, they started switchin' sides

Snitch, he brazy, fuck it

Don't shoot no house, I'ma kill my man

I'ma up that bitch and bust it

R.I.P. Pop Smoke, when it's smoke, I pop (Grr, bow, bust it)

You would think it's Madden the way we had him scramblin' when we came through rushin' (Come here, bitch)

Real deal stepper, nigga

I'm something like Gucci, you like Jeezy

All that tweakin', big teethin'

Claimin' you a demon

Just lyin' to people, you misleading

We were slime before slime season

No brainer, mind keeper

Point-blanker, slime people

[?], he fryin' people

And I been on this road for a minute, yeah

They tryna kill me, yeah

Blemish my image

They hate I'm livin'

They hate I'm winnin'

They hate the real me

They hate 'cause I stand up

Ain't no bitch, I'ma make 'em feel me

Like every time, I ride 'round with hella nines

I ride 'round with hella slimes

Four pockets, I need every dime

Four pockets, I need all of mine

Watch how we all shine

And I been goin' through a lot of shit, but it's gon' be all fine

That's just how it is

Ooh, this glizzy peekaboo, if I spot 'em, I got 'em

Ooh, I might delete your crew, fuck 'round and drop 'em

Ooh-ooh, ain't gon' lie, I still be robbin'

I still be jackin', and I'm full rappin'

I can teach a nigga how to die in these streets

Shit, just come play with me, you will die in this beef

It ain't for no one to see, so I'm disguisin' my tweets

I'll be like, "Damn R.I.P., it wasn't never nothing but love from me"

Sike, yeah, I looked up to Slug

All in L.A. when they layin', I took off the plug, and I sold it to Thug, yeah

My right pocket sloppy, my left pocket cheesy

I'm sneakin' this fire in the club, yeah

Air that pussy out like linen

Malik tried me at Lenox

Almost got popped in Lenox

He ran, them facts

What we gon' [?] all the business

Kill the [?], all the politics and the opposition and the [?]

We slime niggas, niggas

Yeah, two B for life

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