Lyrics NBA YoungBoy – Slime Mentality

I need to talk to Mike Lowrey
Hello?
This is Mike Lowrey
I’m runnin’ and I’m runnin’ yeah (Dubba-AA Flex)

Boom bow, pussy bitch don’t try to run now
Fuck nigga ain’t have his head on
I’ma make sure that these niggas hear me through they headphones
I’ve been cooling but these pussy bitches, just won’t leave me ‘lone
Crack you in ya shit just to see what’s on yo mind
I’m Youngboy, YB Kayla with me, yeah she slime
Police on my ass gotta watch the way I’m slidin’
He acting hype, I slime him down to ease his mind
Yeah, I pull up acting in a 4-door
You would think my niggas with me in this bitch, but boy I’m solo
And Meechie in the south but still would come and kick yo front door
Broke geekin’ out that south but wilding out, bitch if you don’t know
I’m telling you niggas, I drop a bag just to finish you niggas
He think it’s done, but that’s his ass, I’m gon’ get rid of you niggas
At a show or anything bitch we gon’ hit at you niggas
I want them all that’s on my dawg, Bitch we gon’ get at you niggas
Peep your block and try to catch a nigga outside
I’m thuggin’ for real, I tell ya’ bitch I cross the low line, I’m ’bout mine, let’s slang iron
Three run down with that Glock 9, muthafuck if they clutchin’

Hold on, grew up in the fire, huh
He came out of slime, huh
He don’t wanna talk ’cause you gon’ die, yeah (‘Cause you gon’ die)
Muthafucka who come behind, huh
‘Cause bitch we slinging iron, huh
Take his ass up top like high five, yeah
Don’t give a fuck about who you call, or who come out of town
The city know we step on shit, I’m slime
Don’t give a fuck ’bout who they round
‘Cause we gon get them all
We ain’t the ones to rep on bitch
Check out my murder man dance, look

Pull on side him, dump a hunnid in a car (Boom bow)
Catch you slippin’, then you ain’t gon’ see tomorrow (Uh-uh)
This for dump behind, him we dyin’ hard
I go by top, get out yo top, I draw the sword
Everybody in here slimming with a nigga
There ain’t no shit, they don’t want no problem with a nigga
These hoes ain’t shit, I put a Remy on a pillow
Mention an opp, I tell her stop until it build up (Bitch, dumb)
Bro just wrote me in a message and I read it, what it said?
Jose up you about your ex and then he dead
I’m banging green but I get mad and leave out red
I been that nigga, you gon get that through your head
Bitch, yeah

Grew up in the fire, huh
He came out of slime, huh
He don’t wanna talk ’cause you gon’ die, yeah (‘Cause you gon’ die)
Muthafucka who come behind, huh
‘Cause bitch we slinging iron, huh
Take his ass up top like high five, yeah
Don’t give a fuck about who you call, or who come out of town
The city know we step on shit, I’m slime
Don’t give a fuck ’bout who they round
‘Cause we gon get them all
We ain’t the ones to rep on bitch
Check out my murder man dance, look

Grew up in the fire, huh
He came out of slime, huh
He don’t wanna talk ’cause you gon’ die, yeah (You gon’ die)
Don’t give a fuck ’bout who come behind, huh
‘Cause bitch we slinging iron, huh
Take his ass up top like high five, yeah
Don’t give a fuck about who you call, or who come out of town
The city know we step on shit
And I don’t care who they round
‘Cause we gon’ get them all
We ain’t the ones to rep on bitch