Lyrics
Goth Money Records
Wake up...
Pull up woah
I'm gleedin' late night
Chorus
Pull up woah, smoking dope, ayy
With my phone, damn my bro
Shawty wanna see me iced out, we livin' aight now
But she a thirsty ass hoe, she just want the clout, aight now
Pull up in the coupe, frog-eye lenses on
Heart bleedin' red like the cup I'm pourin' on
Late night glime, we night walkin'
All blackout slime, no talkin'
Verse
S-L-I-T, sliding in that foreign
I got glimes with me and they gon' slide for me
All that fuck shit been dead, that's history
I'm a S-I-C-K-O, that ain't no mystery
Million by my nuts, cashing out on Nike Airs
Hood rich, stuffin' hunnids in my pockets
I don't chase hoes but I'll trick on a thot
Diamonds on my wrist I call her ass some crack rock
I be gleedin' with some vamps, we night stalking
Treat her like a dog then better keep walking
26s on the truck but I didn't swap it
This ain't no trap, this that witchhouse, we got freak hoes
Chorus
Pull up woah, smoking dope, ayy
With my phone, damn my bro
Shawty wanna see me iced out, we livin' aight now
But she a thirsty ass hoe, she just want the clout, aight now
Pull up in the coupe, frog-eye lenses on
Heart bleedin' red like the cup I'm pourin' on
Late night glime, we night walkin'
All blackout slime, no talkin'
Outro
G-G-Goth Money
Cradle to the grave rockin' with me
For my glime, shoot the whole clip till it empty
We night walkin'...
We night stalkin'...
Slime
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