lirik lagu slimesito & beezyb – oklahoma
[hook: beezyb]
i whip the pyrex ’til my whole wrist break
dog food in and it came in fray
i got a young shooter and he shoot like blake
pills comin’ in and we servin’ base
hit him with that stick, it sing just like drake
real mob ties, we meetin’ at the lake
we hit his ass up, we put ’em in a coma
we gettin’ drugs in, they came from oklahoma
headshot gang, we turned him to a doner
bales comin’ in and i love the aroma
i’m driving that foreign, like i’m playin’ forza
i got a hitman and he down for torchin’
these n~ggas be snitchin’ like they reporters
i’m real plugged in, we servin’ ‘cross the border
slabs comin’ and we servin’ quarters
[verse 1: beezyb]
i ran down on him and i left him volgare
i got the work stuffed, in a new toyota
[verse 2: slimesito]
i’m stuffin’ them birds up, in corolla’s
got two 5s on me, i ain’t doin’ holsters
i’m rsg slime, pullin’ up in rovers
(blatt) i just put him in a coma
got 5 bricks and they came from oklahoma
got 5 racks, i invested in some sticks
got fn’s on me, they ain’t got no kick
i’m steppin’ on n~ggas like i step on bricks
don’t get your ass popped for tryin’ something sl!ck
this slimebeezy 2, you better grade your stick
i trap so hard, i’m always on the shift
got mos sight, you know, i ain’t gon’ miss
i’m soupin’ ’em foreigns, like i soup my sticks
i’m rich slime, all my b~tches gotta be rich
you know i got stains, ain’t goin’ for no dips
[verse 3: beezyb]
he try to run down, i empty out the clip
game over, n~gga, i ain’t lil’ flip
i got a bad b~tch and she bustin’ scripts
that hot stick hit him and it made him flip
we bustin’ out p’s and we servin’ zips
he want to play tough, i sent him to his maker
these n~ggas want smoke, but i turn ’em to vaper
i’m givin’ out shots and they don’t come with chaser
fn five~seven, that’s the erasor
we sellin’ out shows and we pullin’ capers
i got foreign b~tch and she drip in bapster
try to rob me, they gon’ cremate you
glock~19 and it’s shootin’ faithful
got a whole brick bust down on the table
try to run down and we left him fatal
[hook: beezyb]
i whip the pyrex ’til my whole wrist break
dog food in and it came in fray
i got a young shooter and he shoot like blake
pills comin’ in and we servin’ base
hit him with that stick, it sing just like drake
real mob ties, we meetin’ at the lake
we hit his ass up, we put ’em in a coma
we gettin’ drugs in, they came from oklahoma
headshot gang, we turned him to a doner
bales comin’ in and i love the aroma
i’m driving that foreign, like i’m playin’ forza
i got a hitman and he down for torchin’
these n~ggas be snitchin’ like they reporters
i’m real plugged in, we servin’ ‘cross the border
slabs comin’ and we servin’ quarters
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