[{"id":21618780,"name":"Slimed Out (feat. Dam Jon Boi, Damedot, BandGang Lonnie Bands, BandGang Masoe, BandGang Paid Will, ShredGang Mone, ShredGang Horse & ShredGang Strapp)","trackName":"Slimed Out (feat. Dam Jon Boi, Damedot, BandGang Lonnie Bands, BandGang Masoe, BandGang Paid Will, ShredGang Mone, ShredGang Horse & ShredGang Strapp)","artistName":"Drego & Beno","albumName":"Meet Us Outer Space","duration":211.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Are you in the mafia?\n\nWalked in the club\nTen, 20, 30 bitches, dawg, and they thick as fuck\nMan, they so drunk, man, they fuck as drunk\nShe whispered in my ear, told her turn her up, turn her up\nCaught an opp in the car, burn it up, burn it up\nWalkin' out the club, it's the end of the party\nAnd I'm throwin' up, throwin' up, uh\n\nCatch your ass twistin' fingers, what you throwin' up? Uh\nCatch your ass at the light, Glock throwin' up, throwin' up\nI pass your bitch a fishbowl, told her to front tuck\nYeah, free my nigga Lonnie Bands, we was goin' up\nPaid walked in, lemon cherry got us blowed as fuck\nYeah, we all rollin' up, it's like a hundred blunts\nBitch, it's gon' take a half a year just to run it up\nNigga see me out, yeah, with Mone, you know he Chris Tuck\nNigga mistake me for Giannis, all about a buck\nYeah, bitch, we came from broad days, we ain't give a fuck\n\nHeard the opps in that bitch, I'm still showin' up\nSprayed the whole gas station, tried to blow 'em up\nLights hittin' off the ice, bitches know it's us\nDamjonboi in this bitch, now it's goin' up\nBumped into my lil' blooda on the 8\nPoured up in unc' house, blew a 'Wood and got a plate\n\nMan, lil' bitch, told her bag my shit up\nThe bitch was actin' dumb so I smacked that bitch up\nSnuck the AR in the club, had to wrap that bitch up\n\nWalked in the club\nTen, 20, 30 racks on me, dawg, I'm rich as fuck\nShe whispered in my ear she gon' give it up, give it up\nI whispered in her ear, \"Bitch, I'm a hundred up, hundred up\"\nThis Vlone shirt a one of one, one of one\n\nShe turned around twerkin', smacked her on her butt\nShe tryna take it off, say she burnin' up, burnin' up)\nNow her nipples out and she turnin' up, turnin' up\nPull them choppers out, we don't knuckle up, knuckle up\nYeah, I know the route, put 'em on a bus\n\nYeah, put 'em on a bus\nShe was just a bad bitch, turned her to a slut\nAll I want is the bag, she just wanna fuck\nWe got choppers on them rifles like we hunting ducks\nYeah, I'm sipping Akorn, this bitch getting drunk\nAnd all a nigga know is run it up\nWe can't have a conversation, you ain't a hundred up\nAll these bitches on my head, they hear I'm bomin' up\n\nShirt off, you see the Shred tatted on my stomach\nRidin' with this Kel-Tec, it got a hundred somethin'\nAnd the clip hangin' from it like a Cinnabon\nChopper bullets comin' out look like some midgets runnin'\nLeft him on a shitbag when it hit his stomach, pussy\n\nLaptop bag, no computer, it's a Draco in it\n60 shots on it, bro'll paint a nigga\nI don't say what up 'cause I don't play with niggas\nHate rats, why the fuck God make them niggas?\nFree Stone, only run with them takers, nigga\n\nShred, and everything heavy\nMade his time end, knocked a nigga out his Prezi\nMoney Mitch shit, I put slugs in his belly\nCaught him talkin' on the telephone and left him on telly\nMy shooter set go like he ain't hear the ready\nCould hide the whole motherfuckin' chop in this Pelle\n\nShh, hold on, hold on\nBitch, I'm back home, what the fuck you thought? Huh\nTold the feds I'm deaf as hell, man, I can't talk, huh\nHeard the opps was celebrating when I got caught, huh\nI bet they ain't too happy now, they mans knocked off\n\nHey, and they other mans can't walk, hey\nWalk in the club, watch me turn up, turn up\nBitch on the stage tryna fuck, fuck\nHold on, hold on, and I got my XD tucked tucked\nAnd I got my razor on me, bitch, don't get cut, cut\n\nHuh, gave the lawyer my whole stash, now I'm broke as fuck\nI ain't gon' lie, you gettin' robbed if you ain't one of us, huh\nI walk up on a rapper like give it up, give it up\nMan, I just hope this shit ain't fake as fuck\n\nHoo, out in Oakland by the deli\nAnd we got more blues than the intro to Belly\nI'm ridin' with a B, this bitch prettier than Shelly\nOut in Oakland crop shoppin', buyin' whatever they'll sell me\nFour in one pop, this bitch darker than a Pepsi\nI love my fiend Lisa, bitch got more money than Leslie\n20 on me now, nigga, Jalen Ramsey\nI'm somewhere in a tower gettin topped by a fancy\nMoney (money)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Slimed Out (feat. Dam Jon Boi, Damedot, BandGang Lonnie Bands, BandGang Masoe, BandGang Paid Will, ShredGang Mone, ShredGang Horse & ShredGang Strapp)\n  artist: Drego & Beno\n  album: Meet Us Outer Space\n  duration_ms: 211000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Are you in the mafia?\n\n  Walked in the club\n  Ten, 20, 30 bitches, dawg, and they thick as fuck\n  Man, they so drunk, man, they fuck as drunk\n  She whispered in my ear, told her turn her up, turn her up\n  Caught an opp in the car, burn it up, burn it up\n  Walkin' out the club, it's the end of the party\n  And I'm throwin' up, throwin' up, uh\n\n  Catch your ass twistin' fingers, what you throwin' up? Uh\n  Catch your ass at the light, Glock throwin' up, throwin' up\n  I pass your bitch a fishbowl, told her to front tuck\n  Yeah, free my nigga Lonnie Bands, we was goin' up\n  Paid walked in, lemon cherry got us blowed as fuck\n  Yeah, we all rollin' up, it's like a hundred blunts\n  Bitch, it's gon' take a half a year just to run it up\n  Nigga see me out, yeah, with Mone, you know he Chris Tuck\n  Nigga mistake me for Giannis, all about a buck\n  Yeah, bitch, we came from broad days, we ain't give a fuck\n\n  Heard the opps in that bitch, I'm still showin' up\n  Sprayed the whole gas station, tried to blow 'em up\n  Lights hittin' off the ice, bitches know it's us\n  Damjonboi in this bitch, now it's goin' up\n  Bumped into my lil' blooda on the 8\n  Poured up in unc' house, blew a 'Wood and got a plate\n\n  Man, lil' bitch, told her bag my shit up\n  The bitch was actin' dumb so I smacked that bitch up\n  Snuck the AR in the club, had to wrap that bitch up\n\n  Walked in the club\n  Ten, 20, 30 racks on me, dawg, I'm rich as fuck\n  She whispered in my ear she gon' give it up, give it up\n  I whispered in her ear, \"Bitch, I'm a hundred up, hundred up\"\n  This Vlone shirt a one of one, one of one\n\n  She turned around twerkin', smacked her on her butt\n  She tryna take it off, say she burnin' up, burnin' up)\n  Now her nipples out and she turnin' up, turnin' up\n  Pull them choppers out, we don't knuckle up, knuckle up\n  Yeah, I know the route, put 'em on a bus\n\n  Yeah, put 'em on a bus\n  She was just a bad bitch, turned her to a slut\n  All I want is the bag, she just wanna fuck\n  We got choppers on them rifles like we hunting ducks\n  Yeah, I'm sipping Akorn, this bitch getting drunk\n  And all a nigga know is run it up\n  We can't have a conversation, you ain't a hundred up\n  All these bitches on my head, they hear I'm bomin' up\n\n  Shirt off, you see the Shred tatted on my stomach\n  Ridin' with this Kel-Tec, it got a hundred somethin'\n  And the clip hangin' from it like a Cinnabon\n  Chopper bullets comin' out look like some midgets runnin'\n  Left him on a shitbag when it hit his stomach, pussy\n\n  Laptop bag, no computer, it's a Draco in it\n  60 shots on it, bro'll paint a nigga\n  I don't say what up 'cause I don't play with niggas\n  Hate rats, why the fuck God make them niggas?\n  Free Stone, only run with them takers, nigga\n\n  Shred, and everything heavy\n  Made his time end, knocked a nigga out his Prezi\n  Money Mitch shit, I put slugs in his belly\n  Caught him talkin' on the telephone and left him on telly\n  My shooter set go like he ain't hear the ready\n  Could hide the whole motherfuckin' chop in this Pelle\n\n  Shh, hold on, hold on\n  Bitch, I'm back home, what the fuck you thought? Huh\n  Told the feds I'm deaf as hell, man, I can't talk, huh\n  Heard the opps was celebrating when I got caught, huh\n  I bet they ain't too happy now, they mans knocked off\n\n  Hey, and they other mans can't walk, hey\n  Walk in the club, watch me turn up, turn up\n  Bitch on the stage tryna fuck, fuck\n  Hold on, hold on, and I got my XD tucked tucked\n  And I got my razor on me, bitch, don't get cut, cut\n\n  Huh, gave the lawyer my whole stash, now I'm broke as fuck\n  I ain't gon' lie, you gettin' robbed if you ain't one of us, huh\n  I walk up on a rapper like give it up, give it up\n  Man, I just hope this shit ain't fake as fuck\n\n  Hoo, out in Oakland by the deli\n  And we got more blues than the intro to Belly\n  I'm ridin' with a B, this bitch prettier than Shelly\n  Out in Oakland crop shoppin', buyin' whatever they'll sell me\n  Four in one pop, this bitch darker than a Pepsi\n  I love my fiend Lisa, bitch got more money than Leslie\n  20 on me now, nigga, Jalen Ramsey\n  I'm somewhere in a tower gettin topped by a fancy\n  Money (money)\n"},{"id":38287396,"name":"Slimed Out","trackName":"Slimed Out","artistName":"Drego & Beno;DameDot;Bandgang Masoe;Shredgang Mone;BandGang Paid Will;BandGang Lonnie Bands;ShredGang Horse ;Dam Jon Boi;ShredGang Strapp","albumName":"Meet Us Outer Space","duration":211.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Are you in the mafia?\n\nWalked in the club\nTen, 20, 30 bitches, dawg, and they thick as fuck\nMan, they so drunk, man, they fuck as drunk\nShe whispered in my ear, told her turn her up, turn her up\nCaught an opp in the car, burn it up, burn it up\nWalkin' out the club, it's the end of the party\nAnd I'm throwin' up, throwin' up, uh\n\nCatch your ass twistin' fingers, what you throwin' up? Uh\nCatch your ass at the light, Glock throwin' up, throwin' up\nI pass your bitch a fishbowl, told her to front tuck\nYeah, free my nigga Lonnie Bands, we was goin' up\nPaid walked in, lemon cherry got us blowed as fuck\nYeah, we all rollin' up, it's like a hundred blunts\nBitch, it's gon' take a half a year just to run it up\nNigga see me out, yeah, with Mone, you know he Chris Tuck\n\nNigga mistake me for Giannis, all about a buck\nYeah, bitch, we came from broad days, we ain't give a fuck\nHeard the opps in that bitch, I'm still showin' up\nSprayed the whole gas station, tried to blow 'em up\nLights hittin' off the ice, bitches know it's us\nDamjonboi in this bitch, now it's goin' up\nBumped into my lil' blooda on the 8\nPoured up in unc' house, blew a 'Wood and got a plate\n\nMan, lil' bitch, told her bag my shit up\nThe bitch was actin' dumb, so I smacked that bitch up\nSnuck the AR in the club, had to wrap that bitch up\n\nWalked in the club\nTen, 20, 30 racks on me, dawg, I'm rich as fuck\nShe whispered in my ear she gon' give it up, give it up\nI whispered in her ear, \"Bitch, I'm a hundred up, hundred up\"\nThis Vlone shirt a one of one, one of one\n\nShe turned around twerkin', smacked her on her butt\nShe tryna take it off, say she burnin' up, burnin' up\nNow her nipples out and she turnin' up, turnin' up\nPull them choppers out, we don't knuckle up, knuckle up\nYeah, I know the route, put 'em on a bus\n\nYeah, put 'em on a bus\nShe was just a bad bitch, turned her to a slut\nAll I want is the bag, she just wanna fuck\nWe got choppers on them rifles like we hunting ducks\nYeah, I'm sipping Akorn, this bitch getting drunk\nAnd all a nigga know is run it up\nWe can't have a conversation, you ain't a hundred up\nAll these bitches on my head, they hear I'm bomin' up\n\nShirt off, you see the Shred tatted on my stomach\nRidin' with this Kel-Tec, it got a hundred somethin'\nAnd the clip hangin' from it like a Cinnabon\nChopper bullets comin' out look like some midgets runnin'\nLeft him on a shitbag when it hit his stomach, pussy\n\nLaptop bag, no computer, it's a Draco in it\n60 shots on it, bro'll paint a nigga\nI don't say what up 'cause I don't play with niggas\nHate rats, why the fuck God make them niggas?\nFree Stone, only run with them takers, nigga\n\nShred, and everything heavy\nMade his time end, knocked a nigga out his Prezi\nMoney Mitch shit, I put slugs in his belly\nCaught him talkin' on the telephone and left him on telly\nMy shooter set go like he ain't hear the ready\nCould hide the whole motherfuckin' chop in this Pelle\n\nShh, hold on, hold on\nBitch, I'm back home, what the fuck you thought? Huh\nTold the feds I'm deaf as hell, man, I can't talk, huh\nHeard the opps was celebrating when I got caught, huh\nI bet they ain't too happy now, they mans knocked off\n\nHey, and they other mans can't walk, hey\nWalk in the club, watch me turn up, turn up\nBitch on the stage tryna fuck, fuck\nHold on, hold on, and I got my XD tucked, tucked\nAnd I got my razor on me, bitch, don't get cut, cut\n\nHuh, gave the lawyer my whole stash, now I'm broke as fuck\nI ain't gon' lie, you gettin' robbed if you ain't one of us, huh\nI walk up on a rapper like give it up, give it up\nMan, I just hope this shit ain't fake as fuck\n\nHoo, out in Oakland by the deli\nAnd we got more blues than the intro to Belly\nI'm ridin' with a B, this bitch prettier than Shelly\nOut in Oakland crop shoppin', buyin' whatever they'll sell me\nFour in one pop, this bitch darker than a Pepsi\nI love my fiend Lisa, bitch got more money than Leslie\n20 on me now, nigga, Jalen Ramsey\nI'm somewhere in a tower gettin' topped by a fancy\nMoney!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Slimed Out\n  artist: Drego & Beno;DameDot;Bandgang Masoe;Shredgang Mone;BandGang Paid Will;BandGang Lonnie Bands;ShredGang Horse ;Dam Jon Boi;ShredGang Strapp\n  album: Meet Us Outer Space\n  duration_ms: 211000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Are you in the mafia?\n\n  Walked in the club\n  Ten, 20, 30 bitches, dawg, and they thick as fuck\n  Man, they so drunk, man, they fuck as drunk\n  She whispered in my ear, told her turn her up, turn her up\n  Caught an opp in the car, burn it up, burn it up\n  Walkin' out the club, it's the end of the party\n  And I'm throwin' up, throwin' up, uh\n\n  Catch your ass twistin' fingers, what you throwin' up? Uh\n  Catch your ass at the light, Glock throwin' up, throwin' up\n  I pass your bitch a fishbowl, told her to front tuck\n  Yeah, free my nigga Lonnie Bands, we was goin' up\n  Paid walked in, lemon cherry got us blowed as fuck\n  Yeah, we all rollin' up, it's like a hundred blunts\n  Bitch, it's gon' take a half a year just to run it up\n  Nigga see me out, yeah, with Mone, you know he Chris Tuck\n\n  Nigga mistake me for Giannis, all about a buck\n  Yeah, bitch, we came from broad days, we ain't give a fuck\n  Heard the opps in that bitch, I'm still showin' up\n  Sprayed the whole gas station, tried to blow 'em up\n  Lights hittin' off the ice, bitches know it's us\n  Damjonboi in this bitch, now it's goin' up\n  Bumped into my lil' blooda on the 8\n  Poured up in unc' house, blew a 'Wood and got a plate\n\n  Man, lil' bitch, told her bag my shit up\n  The bitch was actin' dumb, so I smacked that bitch up\n  Snuck the AR in the club, had to wrap that bitch up\n\n  Walked in the club\n  Ten, 20, 30 racks on me, dawg, I'm rich as fuck\n  She whispered in my ear she gon' give it up, give it up\n  I whispered in her ear, \"Bitch, I'm a hundred up, hundred up\"\n  This Vlone shirt a one of one, one of one\n\n  She turned around twerkin', smacked her on her butt\n  She tryna take it off, say she burnin' up, burnin' up\n  Now her nipples out and she turnin' up, turnin' up\n  Pull them choppers out, we don't knuckle up, knuckle up\n  Yeah, I know the route, put 'em on a bus\n\n  Yeah, put 'em on a bus\n  She was just a bad bitch, turned her to a slut\n  All I want is the bag, she just wanna fuck\n  We got choppers on them rifles like we hunting ducks\n  Yeah, I'm sipping Akorn, this bitch getting drunk\n  And all a nigga know is run it up\n  We can't have a conversation, you ain't a hundred up\n  All these bitches on my head, they hear I'm bomin' up\n\n  Shirt off, you see the Shred tatted on my stomach\n  Ridin' with this Kel-Tec, it got a hundred somethin'\n  And the clip hangin' from it like a Cinnabon\n  Chopper bullets comin' out look like some midgets runnin'\n  Left him on a shitbag when it hit his stomach, pussy\n\n  Laptop bag, no computer, it's a Draco in it\n  60 shots on it, bro'll paint a nigga\n  I don't say what up 'cause I don't play with niggas\n  Hate rats, why the fuck God make them niggas?\n  Free Stone, only run with them takers, nigga\n\n  Shred, and everything heavy\n  Made his time end, knocked a nigga out his Prezi\n  Money Mitch shit, I put slugs in his belly\n  Caught him talkin' on the telephone and left him on telly\n  My shooter set go like he ain't hear the ready\n  Could hide the whole motherfuckin' chop in this Pelle\n\n  Shh, hold on, hold on\n  Bitch, I'm back home, what the fuck you thought? Huh\n  Told the feds I'm deaf as hell, man, I can't talk, huh\n  Heard the opps was celebrating when I got caught, huh\n  I bet they ain't too happy now, they mans knocked off\n\n  Hey, and they other mans can't walk, hey\n  Walk in the club, watch me turn up, turn up\n  Bitch on the stage tryna fuck, fuck\n  Hold on, hold on, and I got my XD tucked, tucked\n  And I got my razor on me, bitch, don't get cut, cut\n\n  Huh, gave the lawyer my whole stash, now I'm broke as fuck\n  I ain't gon' lie, you gettin' robbed if you ain't one of us, huh\n  I walk up on a rapper like give it up, give it up\n  Man, I just hope this shit ain't fake as fuck\n\n  Hoo, out in Oakland by the deli\n  And we got more blues than the intro to Belly\n  I'm ridin' with a B, this bitch prettier than Shelly\n  Out in Oakland crop shoppin', buyin' whatever they'll sell me\n  Four in one pop, this bitch darker than a Pepsi\n  I love my fiend Lisa, bitch got more money than Leslie\n  20 on me now, nigga, Jalen Ramsey\n  I'm somewhere in a tower gettin' topped by a fancy\n  Money!\n"},{"id":34976210,"name":"Slimed Out (feat. 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Uh\nCatch your ass at the light, Glock throwin' up, throwin' up\nI pass your bitch a fishbowl, told her to front tuck\nYeah, free my nigga Lonnie Bands, we was goin' up\nPaid walked in, lemon cherry got us blowed as fuck\nYeah, we all rollin' up, it's like a hundred blunts\nBitch, it's gon' take a half a year just to run it up\nNigga see me out, yeah, with Mone, you know he Chris Tuck\n\nNigga mistake me for Giannis, all about a buck\nYeah, bitch, we came from broad days, we ain't give a fuck\nHeard the opps in that bitch, I'm still showin' up\nSprayed the whole gas station, tried to blow 'em up\nLights hittin' off the ice, bitches know it's us\nDamjonboi in this bitch, now it's goin' up\nBumped into my lil' blooda on the 8\nPoured up in unc' house, blew a 'Wood and got a plate\n\nMan, lil' bitch, told her bag my shit up\nThe bitch was actin' dumb, so I smacked that bitch up\nSnuck the AR in the club, had to wrap that bitch up\n\nWalked in the club\nTen, 20, 30 racks on me, dawg, I'm rich as fuck\nShe whispered in my ear she gon' give it up, give it up\nI whispered in her ear, \"Bitch, I'm a hundred up, hundred up\"\nThis Vlone shirt a one of one, one of one\n\nShe turned around twerkin', smacked her on her butt\nShe tryna take it off, say she burnin' up, burnin' up\nNow her nipples out and she turnin' up, turnin' up\nPull them choppers out, we don't knuckle up, knuckle up\nYeah, I know the route, put 'em on a bus\n\nYeah, put 'em on a bus\nShe was just a bad bitch, turned her to a slut\nAll I want is the bag, she just wanna fuck\nWe got choppers on them rifles like we hunting ducks\nYeah, I'm sipping Akorn, this bitch getting drunk\nAnd all a nigga know is run it up\nWe can't have a conversation, you ain't a hundred up\nAll these bitches on my head, they hear I'm bomin' up\n\nShirt off, you see the Shred tatted on my stomach\nRidin' with this Kel-Tec, it got a hundred somethin'\nAnd the clip hangin' from it like a Cinnabon\nChopper bullets comin' out look like some midgets runnin'\nLeft him on a shitbag when it hit his stomach, pussy\n\nLaptop bag, no computer, it's a Draco in it\n60 shots on it, bro'll paint a nigga\nI don't say what up 'cause I don't play with niggas\nHate rats, why the fuck God make them niggas?\nFree Stone, only run with them takers, nigga\n\nShred, and everything heavy\nMade his time end, knocked a nigga out his Prezi\nMoney Mitch shit, I put slugs in his belly\nCaught him talkin' on the telephone and left him on telly\nMy shooter set go like he ain't hear the ready\nCould hide the whole motherfuckin' chop in this Pelle\n\nShh, hold on, hold on\nBitch, I'm back home, what the fuck you thought? Huh\nTold the feds I'm deaf as hell, man, I can't talk, huh\nHeard the opps was celebrating when I got caught, huh\nI bet they ain't too happy now, they mans knocked off\n\nHey, and they other mans can't walk, hey\nWalk in the club, watch me turn up, turn up\nBitch on the stage tryna fuck, fuck\nHold on, hold on, and I got my XD tucked, tucked\nAnd I got my razor on me, bitch, don't get cut, cut\n\nHuh, gave the lawyer my whole stash, now I'm broke as fuck\nI ain't gon' lie, you gettin' robbed if you ain't one of us, huh\nI walk up on a rapper like give it up, give it up\nMan, I just hope this shit ain't fake as fuck\n\nHoo, out in Oakland by the deli\nAnd we got more blues than the intro to Belly\nI'm ridin' with a B, this bitch prettier than Shelly\nOut in Oakland crop shoppin', buyin' whatever they'll sell me\nFour in one pop, this bitch darker than a Pepsi\nI love my fiend Lisa, bitch got more money than Leslie\n20 on me now, nigga, Jalen Ramsey\nI'm somewhere in a tower gettin' topped by a fancy\nMoney!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Slimed Out (feat. 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Uh\n  Catch your ass at the light, Glock throwin' up, throwin' up\n  I pass your bitch a fishbowl, told her to front tuck\n  Yeah, free my nigga Lonnie Bands, we was goin' up\n  Paid walked in, lemon cherry got us blowed as fuck\n  Yeah, we all rollin' up, it's like a hundred blunts\n  Bitch, it's gon' take a half a year just to run it up\n  Nigga see me out, yeah, with Mone, you know he Chris Tuck\n\n  Nigga mistake me for Giannis, all about a buck\n  Yeah, bitch, we came from broad days, we ain't give a fuck\n  Heard the opps in that bitch, I'm still showin' up\n  Sprayed the whole gas station, tried to blow 'em up\n  Lights hittin' off the ice, bitches know it's us\n  Damjonboi in this bitch, now it's goin' up\n  Bumped into my lil' blooda on the 8\n  Poured up in unc' house, blew a 'Wood and got a plate\n\n  Man, lil' bitch, told her bag my shit up\n  The bitch was actin' dumb, so I smacked that bitch up\n  Snuck the AR in the club, had to wrap that bitch up\n\n  Walked in the club\n  Ten, 20, 30 racks on me, dawg, I'm rich as fuck\n  She whispered in my ear she gon' give it up, give it up\n  I whispered in her ear, \"Bitch, I'm a hundred up, hundred up\"\n  This Vlone shirt a one of one, one of one\n\n  She turned around twerkin', smacked her on her butt\n  She tryna take it off, say she burnin' up, burnin' up\n  Now her nipples out and she turnin' up, turnin' up\n  Pull them choppers out, we don't knuckle up, knuckle up\n  Yeah, I know the route, put 'em on a bus\n\n  Yeah, put 'em on a bus\n  She was just a bad bitch, turned her to a slut\n  All I want is the bag, she just wanna fuck\n  We got choppers on them rifles like we hunting ducks\n  Yeah, I'm sipping Akorn, this bitch getting drunk\n  And all a nigga know is run it up\n  We can't have a conversation, you ain't a hundred up\n  All these bitches on my head, they hear I'm bomin' up\n\n  Shirt off, you see the Shred tatted on my stomach\n  Ridin' with this Kel-Tec, it got a hundred somethin'\n  And the clip hangin' from it like a Cinnabon\n  Chopper bullets comin' out look like some midgets runnin'\n  Left him on a shitbag when it hit his stomach, pussy\n\n  Laptop bag, no computer, it's a Draco in it\n  60 shots on it, bro'll paint a nigga\n  I don't say what up 'cause I don't play with niggas\n  Hate rats, why the fuck God make them niggas?\n  Free Stone, only run with them takers, nigga\n\n  Shred, and everything heavy\n  Made his time end, knocked a nigga out his Prezi\n  Money Mitch shit, I put slugs in his belly\n  Caught him talkin' on the telephone and left him on telly\n  My shooter set go like he ain't hear the ready\n  Could hide the whole motherfuckin' chop in this Pelle\n\n  Shh, hold on, hold on\n  Bitch, I'm back home, what the fuck you thought? Huh\n  Told the feds I'm deaf as hell, man, I can't talk, huh\n  Heard the opps was celebrating when I got caught, huh\n  I bet they ain't too happy now, they mans knocked off\n\n  Hey, and they other mans can't walk, hey\n  Walk in the club, watch me turn up, turn up\n  Bitch on the stage tryna fuck, fuck\n  Hold on, hold on, and I got my XD tucked, tucked\n  And I got my razor on me, bitch, don't get cut, cut\n\n  Huh, gave the lawyer my whole stash, now I'm broke as fuck\n  I ain't gon' lie, you gettin' robbed if you ain't one of us, huh\n  I walk up on a rapper like give it up, give it up\n  Man, I just hope this shit ain't fake as fuck\n\n  Hoo, out in Oakland by the deli\n  And we got more blues than the intro to Belly\n  I'm ridin' with a B, this bitch prettier than Shelly\n  Out in Oakland crop shoppin', buyin' whatever they'll sell me\n  Four in one pop, this bitch darker than a Pepsi\n  I love my fiend Lisa, bitch got more money than Leslie\n  20 on me now, nigga, Jalen Ramsey\n  I'm somewhere in a tower gettin' topped by a fancy\n  Money!\n"},{"id":34976202,"name":"Slimed Out (feat. 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Uh\nCatch your ass at the light, Glock throwin' up, throwin' up\nI pass your bitch a fishbowl, told her to front tuck\nYeah, free my nigga Lonnie Bands, we was goin' up\nPaid walked in, lemon cherry got us blowed as fuck\nYeah, we all rollin' up, it's like a hundred blunts\nBitch, it's gon' take a half a year just to run it up\nNigga see me out, yeah, with Mone, you know he Chris Tuck\n\nNigga mistake me for Giannis, all about a buck\nYeah, bitch, we came from broad days, we ain't give a fuck\nHeard the opps in that bitch, I'm still showin' up\nSprayed the whole gas station, tried to blow 'em up\nLights hittin' off the ice, bitches know it's us\nDamjonboi in this bitch, now it's goin' up\nBumped into my lil' blooda on the 8\nPoured up in unc' house, blew a 'Wood and got a plate\n\nMan, lil' bitch, told her bag my shit up\nThe bitch was actin' dumb, so I smacked that bitch up\nSnuck the AR in the club, had to wrap that bitch up\n\nWalked in the club\nTen, 20, 30 racks on me, dawg, I'm rich as fuck\nShe whispered in my ear she gon' give it up, give it up\nI whispered in her ear, \"Bitch, I'm a hundred up, hundred up\"\nThis Vlone shirt a one of one, one of one\n\nShe turned around twerkin', smacked her on her butt\nShe tryna take it off, say she burnin' up, burnin' up\nNow her nipples out and she turnin' up, turnin' up\nPull them choppers out, we don't knuckle up, knuckle up\nYeah, I know the route, put 'em on a bus\n\nYeah, put 'em on a bus\nShe was just a bad bitch, turned her to a slut\nAll I want is the bag, she just wanna fuck\nWe got choppers on them rifles like we hunting ducks\nYeah, I'm sipping Akorn, this bitch getting drunk\nAnd all a nigga know is run it up\nWe can't have a conversation, you ain't a hundred up\nAll these bitches on my head, they hear I'm bomin' up\n\nShirt off, you see the Shred tatted on my stomach\nRidin' with this Kel-Tec, it got a hundred somethin'\nAnd the clip hangin' from it like a Cinnabon\nChopper bullets comin' out look like some midgets runnin'\nLeft him on a shitbag when it hit his stomach, pussy\n\nLaptop bag, no computer, it's a Draco in it\n60 shots on it, bro'll paint a nigga\nI don't say what up 'cause I don't play with niggas\nHate rats, why the fuck God make them niggas?\nFree Stone, only run with them takers, nigga\n\nShred, and everything heavy\nMade his time end, knocked a nigga out his Prezi\nMoney Mitch shit, I put slugs in his belly\nCaught him talkin' on the telephone and left him on telly\nMy shooter set go like he ain't hear the ready\nCould hide the whole motherfuckin' chop in this Pelle\n\nShh, hold on, hold on\nBitch, I'm back home, what the fuck you thought? Huh\nTold the feds I'm deaf as hell, man, I can't talk, huh\nHeard the opps was celebrating when I got caught, huh\nI bet they ain't too happy now, they mans knocked off\n\nHey, and they other mans can't walk, hey\nWalk in the club, watch me turn up, turn up\nBitch on the stage tryna fuck, fuck\nHold on, hold on, and I got my XD tucked, tucked\nAnd I got my razor on me, bitch, don't get cut, cut\n\nHuh, gave the lawyer my whole stash, now I'm broke as fuck\nI ain't gon' lie, you gettin' robbed if you ain't one of us, huh\nI walk up on a rapper like give it up, give it up\nMan, I just hope this shit ain't fake as fuck\n\nHoo, out in Oakland by the deli\nAnd we got more blues than the intro to Belly\nI'm ridin' with a B, this bitch prettier than Shelly\nOut in Oakland crop shoppin', buyin' whatever they'll sell me\nFour in one pop, this bitch darker than a Pepsi\nI love my fiend Lisa, bitch got more money than Leslie\n20 on me now, nigga, Jalen Ramsey\nI'm somewhere in a tower gettin' topped by a fancy\nMoney!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Slimed Out (feat. Dam Jon Boi, Damedot, BandGang Lonnie Bands, BandGang Masoe, BandGang Paid Will, ShredGang Mone, ShredGang Horse & ShredGang Strapp)\n  artist: Drego & Beno, Dam Jon Boi, Damedot, Band Gang Lonnie Bands, Bandgang Masoe, Band Gang Paid Will, Shredgang Mone, Shredgang Horse, ShredGang Strapp\n  album: Meet Us Outer Space\n  duration_ms: 213000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Are you in the mafia?\n\n  Walked in the club\n  Ten, 20, 30 bitches, dawg, and they thick as fuck\n  Man, they so drunk, man, they fuck as drunk\n  She whispered in my ear, told her turn her up, turn her up\n  Caught an opp in the car, burn it up, burn it up\n  Walkin' out the club, it's the end of the party\n  And I'm throwin' up, throwin' up, uh\n\n  Catch your ass twistin' fingers, what you throwin' up? Uh\n  Catch your ass at the light, Glock throwin' up, throwin' up\n  I pass your bitch a fishbowl, told her to front tuck\n  Yeah, free my nigga Lonnie Bands, we was goin' up\n  Paid walked in, lemon cherry got us blowed as fuck\n  Yeah, we all rollin' up, it's like a hundred blunts\n  Bitch, it's gon' take a half a year just to run it up\n  Nigga see me out, yeah, with Mone, you know he Chris Tuck\n\n  Nigga mistake me for Giannis, all about a buck\n  Yeah, bitch, we came from broad days, we ain't give a fuck\n  Heard the opps in that bitch, I'm still showin' up\n  Sprayed the whole gas station, tried to blow 'em up\n  Lights hittin' off the ice, bitches know it's us\n  Damjonboi in this bitch, now it's goin' up\n  Bumped into my lil' blooda on the 8\n  Poured up in unc' house, blew a 'Wood and got a plate\n\n  Man, lil' bitch, told her bag my shit up\n  The bitch was actin' dumb, so I smacked that bitch up\n  Snuck the AR in the club, had to wrap that bitch up\n\n  Walked in the club\n  Ten, 20, 30 racks on me, dawg, I'm rich as fuck\n  She whispered in my ear she gon' give it up, give it up\n  I whispered in her ear, \"Bitch, I'm a hundred up, hundred up\"\n  This Vlone shirt a one of one, one of one\n\n  She turned around twerkin', smacked her on her butt\n  She tryna take it off, say she burnin' up, burnin' up\n  Now her nipples out and she turnin' up, turnin' up\n  Pull them choppers out, we don't knuckle up, knuckle up\n  Yeah, I know the route, put 'em on a bus\n\n  Yeah, put 'em on a bus\n  She was just a bad bitch, turned her to a slut\n  All I want is the bag, she just wanna fuck\n  We got choppers on them rifles like we hunting ducks\n  Yeah, I'm sipping Akorn, this bitch getting drunk\n  And all a nigga know is run it up\n  We can't have a conversation, you ain't a hundred up\n  All these bitches on my head, they hear I'm bomin' up\n\n  Shirt off, you see the Shred tatted on my stomach\n  Ridin' with this Kel-Tec, it got a hundred somethin'\n  And the clip hangin' from it like a Cinnabon\n  Chopper bullets comin' out look like some midgets runnin'\n  Left him on a shitbag when it hit his stomach, pussy\n\n  Laptop bag, no computer, it's a Draco in it\n  60 shots on it, bro'll paint a nigga\n  I don't say what up 'cause I don't play with niggas\n  Hate rats, why the fuck God make them niggas?\n  Free Stone, only run with them takers, nigga\n\n  Shred, and everything heavy\n  Made his time end, knocked a nigga out his Prezi\n  Money Mitch shit, I put slugs in his belly\n  Caught him talkin' on the telephone and left him on telly\n  My shooter set go like he ain't hear the ready\n  Could hide the whole motherfuckin' chop in this Pelle\n\n  Shh, hold on, hold on\n  Bitch, I'm back home, what the fuck you thought? Huh\n  Told the feds I'm deaf as hell, man, I can't talk, huh\n  Heard the opps was celebrating when I got caught, huh\n  I bet they ain't too happy now, they mans knocked off\n\n  Hey, and they other mans can't walk, hey\n  Walk in the club, watch me turn up, turn up\n  Bitch on the stage tryna fuck, fuck\n  Hold on, hold on, and I got my XD tucked, tucked\n  And I got my razor on me, bitch, don't get cut, cut\n\n  Huh, gave the lawyer my whole stash, now I'm broke as fuck\n  I ain't gon' lie, you gettin' robbed if you ain't one of us, huh\n  I walk up on a rapper like give it up, give it up\n  Man, I just hope this shit ain't fake as fuck\n\n  Hoo, out in Oakland by the deli\n  And we got more blues than the intro to Belly\n  I'm ridin' with a B, this bitch prettier than Shelly\n  Out in Oakland crop shoppin', buyin' whatever they'll sell me\n  Four in one pop, this bitch darker than a Pepsi\n  I love my fiend Lisa, bitch got more money than Leslie\n  20 on me now, nigga, Jalen Ramsey\n  I'm somewhere in a tower gettin' topped by a fancy\n  Money!\n"},{"id":34976207,"name":"Slimed Out (feat. 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Uh\nCatch your ass at the light, Glock throwin' up, throwin' up\nI pass your bitch a fishbowl, told her to front tuck\nYeah, free my nigga Lonnie Bands, we was goin' up\nPaid walked in, lemon cherry got us blowed as fuck\nYeah, we all rollin' up, it's like a hundred blunts\nBitch, it's gon' take a half a year just to run it up\nNigga see me out, yeah, with Mone, you know he Chris Tuck\n\nNigga mistake me for Giannis, all about a buck\nYeah, bitch, we came from broad days, we ain't give a fuck\nHeard the opps in that bitch, I'm still showin' up\nSprayed the whole gas station, tried to blow 'em up\nLights hittin' off the ice, bitches know it's us\nDamjonboi in this bitch, now it's goin' up\nBumped into my lil' blooda on the 8\nPoured up in unc' house, blew a 'Wood and got a plate\n\nMan, lil' bitch, told her bag my shit up\nThe bitch was actin' dumb, so I smacked that bitch up\nSnuck the AR in the club, had to wrap that bitch up\n\nWalked in the club\nTen, 20, 30 racks on me, dawg, I'm rich as fuck\nShe whispered in my ear she gon' give it up, give it up\nI whispered in her ear, \"Bitch, I'm a hundred up, hundred up\"\nThis Vlone shirt a one of one, one of one\n\nShe turned around twerkin', smacked her on her butt\nShe tryna take it off, say she burnin' up, burnin' up\nNow her nipples out and she turnin' up, turnin' up\nPull them choppers out, we don't knuckle up, knuckle up\nYeah, I know the route, put 'em on a bus\n\nYeah, put 'em on a bus\nShe was just a bad bitch, turned her to a slut\nAll I want is the bag, she just wanna fuck\nWe got choppers on them rifles like we hunting ducks\nYeah, I'm sipping Akorn, this bitch getting drunk\nAnd all a nigga know is run it up\nWe can't have a conversation, you ain't a hundred up\nAll these bitches on my head, they hear I'm bomin' up\n\nShirt off, you see the Shred tatted on my stomach\nRidin' with this Kel-Tec, it got a hundred somethin'\nAnd the clip hangin' from it like a Cinnabon\nChopper bullets comin' out look like some midgets runnin'\nLeft him on a shitbag when it hit his stomach, pussy\n\nLaptop bag, no computer, it's a Draco in it\n60 shots on it, bro'll paint a nigga\nI don't say what up 'cause I don't play with niggas\nHate rats, why the fuck God make them niggas?\nFree Stone, only run with them takers, nigga\n\nShred, and everything heavy\nMade his time end, knocked a nigga out his Prezi\nMoney Mitch shit, I put slugs in his belly\nCaught him talkin' on the telephone and left him on telly\nMy shooter set go like he ain't hear the ready\nCould hide the whole motherfuckin' chop in this Pelle\n\nShh, hold on, hold on\nBitch, I'm back home, what the fuck you thought? 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Dam Jon Boi, Damedot, BandGang Lonnie Bands, BandGang Masoe, BandGang Paid Will, ShredGang Mone, ShredGang Horse & ShredGang Strapp)\n  artist: Drego & Beno, Dam Jon Boi, Damedot, Band Gang Lonnie Bands, Bandgang Masoe, Band Gang Paid Will, Shredgang Mone, Shredgang Horse, ShredGang Strapp\n  album: Meet Us Outer Space\n  duration_ms: 207000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Are you in the mafia?\n\n  Walked in the club\n  Ten, 20, 30 bitches, dawg, and they thick as fuck\n  Man, they so drunk, man, they fuck as drunk\n  She whispered in my ear, told her turn her up, turn her up\n  Caught an opp in the car, burn it up, burn it up\n  Walkin' out the club, it's the end of the party\n  And I'm throwin' up, throwin' up, uh\n\n  Catch your ass twistin' fingers, what you throwin' up? Uh\n  Catch your ass at the light, Glock throwin' up, throwin' up\n  I pass your bitch a fishbowl, told her to front tuck\n  Yeah, free my nigga Lonnie Bands, we was goin' up\n  Paid walked in, lemon cherry got us blowed as fuck\n  Yeah, we all rollin' up, it's like a hundred blunts\n  Bitch, it's gon' take a half a year just to run it up\n  Nigga see me out, yeah, with Mone, you know he Chris Tuck\n\n  Nigga mistake me for Giannis, all about a buck\n  Yeah, bitch, we came from broad days, we ain't give a fuck\n  Heard the opps in that bitch, I'm still showin' up\n  Sprayed the whole gas station, tried to blow 'em up\n  Lights hittin' off the ice, bitches know it's us\n  Damjonboi in this bitch, now it's goin' up\n  Bumped into my lil' blooda on the 8\n  Poured up in unc' house, blew a 'Wood and got a plate\n\n  Man, lil' bitch, told her bag my shit up\n  The bitch was actin' dumb, so I smacked that bitch up\n  Snuck the AR in the club, had to wrap that bitch up\n\n  Walked in the club\n  Ten, 20, 30 racks on me, dawg, I'm rich as fuck\n  She whispered in my ear she gon' give it up, give it up\n  I whispered in her ear, \"Bitch, I'm a hundred up, hundred up\"\n  This Vlone shirt a one of one, one of one\n\n  She turned around twerkin', smacked her on her butt\n  She tryna take it off, say she burnin' up, burnin' up\n  Now her nipples out and she turnin' up, turnin' up\n  Pull them choppers out, we don't knuckle up, knuckle up\n  Yeah, I know the route, put 'em on a bus\n\n  Yeah, put 'em on a bus\n  She was just a bad bitch, turned her to a slut\n  All I want is the bag, she just wanna fuck\n  We got choppers on them rifles like we hunting ducks\n  Yeah, I'm sipping Akorn, this bitch getting drunk\n  And all a nigga know is run it up\n  We can't have a conversation, you ain't a hundred up\n  All these bitches on my head, they hear I'm bomin' up\n\n  Shirt off, you see the Shred tatted on my stomach\n  Ridin' with this Kel-Tec, it got a hundred somethin'\n  And the clip hangin' from it like a Cinnabon\n  Chopper bullets comin' out look like some midgets runnin'\n  Left him on a shitbag when it hit his stomach, pussy\n\n  Laptop bag, no computer, it's a Draco in it\n  60 shots on it, bro'll paint a nigga\n  I don't say what up 'cause I don't play with niggas\n  Hate rats, why the fuck God make them niggas?\n  Free Stone, only run with them takers, nigga\n\n  Shred, and everything heavy\n  Made his time end, knocked a nigga out his Prezi\n  Money Mitch shit, I put slugs in his belly\n  Caught him talkin' on the telephone and left him on telly\n  My shooter set go like he ain't hear the ready\n  Could hide the whole motherfuckin' chop in this Pelle\n\n  Shh, hold on, hold on\n  Bitch, I'm back home, what the fuck you thought? Huh\n  Told the feds I'm deaf as hell, man, I can't talk, huh\n  Heard the opps was celebrating when I got caught, huh\n  I bet they ain't too happy now, they mans knocked off\n\n  Hey, and they other mans can't walk, hey\n  Walk in the club, watch me turn up, turn up\n  Bitch on the stage tryna fuck, fuck\n  Hold on, hold on, and I got my XD tucked, tucked\n  And I got my razor on me, bitch, don't get cut, cut\n\n  Huh, gave the lawyer my whole stash, now I'm broke as fuck\n  I ain't gon' lie, you gettin' robbed if you ain't one of us, huh\n  I walk up on a rapper like give it up, give it up\n  Man, I just hope this shit ain't fake as fuck\n\n  Hoo, out in Oakland by the deli\n  And we got more blues than the intro to Belly\n  I'm ridin' with a B, this bitch prettier than Shelly\n  Out in Oakland crop shoppin', buyin' whatever they'll sell me\n  Four in one pop, this bitch darker than a Pepsi\n  I love my fiend Lisa, bitch got more money than Leslie\n  20 on me now, nigga, Jalen Ramsey\n  I'm somewhere in a tower gettin' topped by a fancy\n  Money!\n"},{"id":34976203,"name":"Slimed Out (feat. 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Uh\nCatch your ass at the light, Glock throwin' up, throwin' up\nI pass your bitch a fishbowl, told her to front tuck\nYeah, free my nigga Lonnie Bands, we was goin' up\nPaid walked in, lemon cherry got us blowed as fuck\nYeah, we all rollin' up, it's like a hundred blunts\nBitch, it's gon' take a half a year just to run it up\nNigga see me out, yeah, with Mone, you know he Chris Tuck\n\nNigga mistake me for Giannis, all about a buck\nYeah, bitch, we came from broad days, we ain't give a fuck\nHeard the opps in that bitch, I'm still showin' up\nSprayed the whole gas station, tried to blow 'em up\nLights hittin' off the ice, bitches know it's us\nDamjonboi in this bitch, now it's goin' up\nBumped into my lil' blooda on the 8\nPoured up in unc' house, blew a 'Wood and got a plate\n\nMan, lil' bitch, told her bag my shit up\nThe bitch was actin' dumb, so I smacked that bitch up\nSnuck the AR in the club, had to wrap that bitch up\n\nWalked in the club\nTen, 20, 30 racks on me, dawg, I'm rich as fuck\nShe whispered in my ear she gon' give it up, give it up\nI whispered in her ear, \"Bitch, I'm a hundred up, hundred up\"\nThis Vlone shirt a one of one, one of one\n\nShe turned around twerkin', smacked her on her butt\nShe tryna take it off, say she burnin' up, burnin' up\nNow her nipples out and she turnin' up, turnin' up\nPull them choppers out, we don't knuckle up, knuckle up\nYeah, I know the route, put 'em on a bus\n\nYeah, put 'em on a bus\nShe was just a bad bitch, turned her to a slut\nAll I want is the bag, she just wanna fuck\nWe got choppers on them rifles like we hunting ducks\nYeah, I'm sipping Akorn, this bitch getting drunk\nAnd all a nigga know is run it up\nWe can't have a conversation, you ain't a hundred up\nAll these bitches on my head, they hear I'm bomin' up\n\nShirt off, you see the Shred tatted on my stomach\nRidin' with this Kel-Tec, it got a hundred somethin'\nAnd the clip hangin' from it like a Cinnabon\nChopper bullets comin' out look like some midgets runnin'\nLeft him on a shitbag when it hit his stomach, pussy\n\nLaptop bag, no computer, it's a Draco in it\n60 shots on it, bro'll paint a nigga\nI don't say what up 'cause I don't play with niggas\nHate rats, why the fuck God make them niggas?\nFree Stone, only run with them takers, nigga\n\nShred, and everything heavy\nMade his time end, knocked a nigga out his Prezi\nMoney Mitch shit, I put slugs in his belly\nCaught him talkin' on the telephone and left him on telly\nMy shooter set go like he ain't hear the ready\nCould hide the whole motherfuckin' chop in this Pelle\n\nShh, hold on, hold on\nBitch, I'm back home, what the fuck you thought? Huh\nTold the feds I'm deaf as hell, man, I can't talk, huh\nHeard the opps was celebrating when I got caught, huh\nI bet they ain't too happy now, they mans knocked off\n\nHey, and they other mans can't walk, hey\nWalk in the club, watch me turn up, turn up\nBitch on the stage tryna fuck, fuck\nHold on, hold on, and I got my XD tucked, tucked\nAnd I got my razor on me, bitch, don't get cut, cut\n\nHuh, gave the lawyer my whole stash, now I'm broke as fuck\nI ain't gon' lie, you gettin' robbed if you ain't one of us, huh\nI walk up on a rapper like give it up, give it up\nMan, I just hope this shit ain't fake as fuck\n\nHoo, out in Oakland by the deli\nAnd we got more blues than the intro to Belly\nI'm ridin' with a B, this bitch prettier than Shelly\nOut in Oakland crop shoppin', buyin' whatever they'll sell me\nFour in one pop, this bitch darker than a Pepsi\nI love my fiend Lisa, bitch got more money than Leslie\n20 on me now, nigga, Jalen Ramsey\nI'm somewhere in a tower gettin' topped by a fancy\nMoney!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Slimed Out (feat. Dam Jon Boi, Damedot, BandGang Lonnie Bands, BandGang Masoe, BandGang Paid Will, ShredGang Mone, ShredGang Horse & ShredGang Strapp)\n  artist: Drego & Beno, Dam Jon Boi, Damedot, Band Gang Lonnie Bands, Bandgang Masoe, Band Gang Paid Will, Shredgang Mone, Shredgang Horse, ShredGang Strapp\n  album: Meet Us Outer Space\n  duration_ms: 214000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Are you in the mafia?\n\n  Walked in the club\n  Ten, 20, 30 bitches, dawg, and they thick as fuck\n  Man, they so drunk, man, they fuck as drunk\n  She whispered in my ear, told her turn her up, turn her up\n  Caught an opp in the car, burn it up, burn it up\n  Walkin' out the club, it's the end of the party\n  And I'm throwin' up, throwin' up, uh\n\n  Catch your ass twistin' fingers, what you throwin' up? Uh\n  Catch your ass at the light, Glock throwin' up, throwin' up\n  I pass your bitch a fishbowl, told her to front tuck\n  Yeah, free my nigga Lonnie Bands, we was goin' up\n  Paid walked in, lemon cherry got us blowed as fuck\n  Yeah, we all rollin' up, it's like a hundred blunts\n  Bitch, it's gon' take a half a year just to run it up\n  Nigga see me out, yeah, with Mone, you know he Chris Tuck\n\n  Nigga mistake me for Giannis, all about a buck\n  Yeah, bitch, we came from broad days, we ain't give a fuck\n  Heard the opps in that bitch, I'm still showin' up\n  Sprayed the whole gas station, tried to blow 'em up\n  Lights hittin' off the ice, bitches know it's us\n  Damjonboi in this bitch, now it's goin' up\n  Bumped into my lil' blooda on the 8\n  Poured up in unc' house, blew a 'Wood and got a plate\n\n  Man, lil' bitch, told her bag my shit up\n  The bitch was actin' dumb, so I smacked that bitch up\n  Snuck the AR in the club, had to wrap that bitch up\n\n  Walked in the club\n  Ten, 20, 30 racks on me, dawg, I'm rich as fuck\n  She whispered in my ear she gon' give it up, give it up\n  I whispered in her ear, \"Bitch, I'm a hundred up, hundred up\"\n  This Vlone shirt a one of one, one of one\n\n  She turned around twerkin', smacked her on her butt\n  She tryna take it off, say she burnin' up, burnin' up\n  Now her nipples out and she turnin' up, turnin' up\n  Pull them choppers out, we don't knuckle up, knuckle up\n  Yeah, I know the route, put 'em on a bus\n\n  Yeah, put 'em on a bus\n  She was just a bad bitch, turned her to a slut\n  All I want is the bag, she just wanna fuck\n  We got choppers on them rifles like we hunting ducks\n  Yeah, I'm sipping Akorn, this bitch getting drunk\n  And all a nigga know is run it up\n  We can't have a conversation, you ain't a hundred up\n  All these bitches on my head, they hear I'm bomin' up\n\n  Shirt off, you see the Shred tatted on my stomach\n  Ridin' with this Kel-Tec, it got a hundred somethin'\n  And the clip hangin' from it like a Cinnabon\n  Chopper bullets comin' out look like some midgets runnin'\n  Left him on a shitbag when it hit his stomach, pussy\n\n  Laptop bag, no computer, it's a Draco in it\n  60 shots on it, bro'll paint a nigga\n  I don't say what up 'cause I don't play with niggas\n  Hate rats, why the fuck God make them niggas?\n  Free Stone, only run with them takers, nigga\n\n  Shred, and everything heavy\n  Made his time end, knocked a nigga out his Prezi\n  Money Mitch shit, I put slugs in his belly\n  Caught him talkin' on the telephone and left him on telly\n  My shooter set go like he ain't hear the ready\n  Could hide the whole motherfuckin' chop in this Pelle\n\n  Shh, hold on, hold on\n  Bitch, I'm back home, what the fuck you thought? Huh\n  Told the feds I'm deaf as hell, man, I can't talk, huh\n  Heard the opps was celebrating when I got caught, huh\n  I bet they ain't too happy now, they mans knocked off\n\n  Hey, and they other mans can't walk, hey\n  Walk in the club, watch me turn up, turn up\n  Bitch on the stage tryna fuck, fuck\n  Hold on, hold on, and I got my XD tucked, tucked\n  And I got my razor on me, bitch, don't get cut, cut\n\n  Huh, gave the lawyer my whole stash, now I'm broke as fuck\n  I ain't gon' lie, you gettin' robbed if you ain't one of us, huh\n  I walk up on a rapper like give it up, give it up\n  Man, I just hope this shit ain't fake as fuck\n\n  Hoo, out in Oakland by the deli\n  And we got more blues than the intro to Belly\n  I'm ridin' with a B, this bitch prettier than Shelly\n  Out in Oakland crop shoppin', buyin' whatever they'll sell me\n  Four in one pop, this bitch darker than a Pepsi\n  I love my fiend Lisa, bitch got more money than Leslie\n  20 on me now, nigga, Jalen Ramsey\n  I'm somewhere in a tower gettin' topped by a fancy\n  Money!\n"},{"id":35096152,"name":"Slimed Out (feat. 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Uh\nCatch your ass at the light, Glock throwin' up, throwin' up\nI pass your bitch a fishbowl, told her to front tuck\nYeah, free my nigga Lonnie Bands, we was goin' up\nPaid walked in, lemon cherry got us blowed as fuck\nYeah, we all rollin' up, it's like a hundred blunts\nBitch, it's gon' take a half a year just to run it up\nNigga see me out, yeah, with Mone, you know he Chris Tuck\n\nNigga mistake me for Giannis, all about a buck\nYeah, bitch, we came from broad days, we ain't give a fuck\nHeard the opps in that bitch, I'm still showin' up\nSprayed the whole gas station, tried to blow 'em up\nLights hittin' off the ice, bitches know it's us\nDamjonboi in this bitch, now it's goin' up\nBumped into my lil' blooda on the 8\nPoured up in unc' house, blew a 'Wood and got a plate\n\nMan, lil' bitch, told her bag my shit up\nThe bitch was actin' dumb, so I smacked that bitch up\nSnuck the AR in the club, had to wrap that bitch up\n\nWalked in the club\nTen, 20, 30 racks on me, dawg, I'm rich as fuck\nShe whispered in my ear she gon' give it up, give it up\nI whispered in her ear, \"Bitch, I'm a hundred up, hundred up\"\nThis Vlone shirt a one of one, one of one\n\nShe turned around twerkin', smacked her on her butt\nShe tryna take it off, say she burnin' up, burnin' up\nNow her nipples out and she turnin' up, turnin' up\nPull them choppers out, we don't knuckle up, knuckle up\nYeah, I know the route, put 'em on a bus\n\nYeah, put 'em on a bus\nShe was just a bad bitch, turned her to a slut\nAll I want is the bag, she just wanna fuck\nWe got choppers on them rifles like we hunting ducks\nYeah, I'm sipping Akorn, this bitch getting drunk\nAnd all a nigga know is run it up\nWe can't have a conversation, you ain't a hundred up\nAll these bitches on my head, they hear I'm bomin' up\n\nShirt off, you see the Shred tatted on my stomach\nRidin' with this Kel-Tec, it got a hundred somethin'\nAnd the clip hangin' from it like a Cinnabon\nChopper bullets comin' out look like some midgets runnin'\nLeft him on a shitbag when it hit his stomach, pussy\n\nLaptop bag, no computer, it's a Draco in it\n60 shots on it, bro'll paint a nigga\nI don't say what up 'cause I don't play with niggas\nHate rats, why the fuck God make them niggas?\nFree Stone, only run with them takers, nigga\n\nShred, and everything heavy\nMade his time end, knocked a nigga out his Prezi\nMoney Mitch shit, I put slugs in his belly\nCaught him talkin' on the telephone and left him on telly\nMy shooter set go like he ain't hear the ready\nCould hide the whole motherfuckin' chop in this Pelle\n\nShh, hold on, hold on\nBitch, I'm back home, what the fuck you thought? Huh\nTold the feds I'm deaf as hell, man, I can't talk, huh\nHeard the opps was celebrating when I got caught, huh\nI bet they ain't too happy now, they mans knocked off\n\nHey, and they other mans can't walk, hey\nWalk in the club, watch me turn up, turn up\nBitch on the stage tryna fuck, fuck\nHold on, hold on, and I got my XD tucked, tucked\nAnd I got my razor on me, bitch, don't get cut, cut\n\nHuh, gave the lawyer my whole stash, now I'm broke as fuck\nI ain't gon' lie, you gettin' robbed if you ain't one of us, huh\nI walk up on a rapper like give it up, give it up\nMan, I just hope this shit ain't fake as fuck\n\nHoo, out in Oakland by the deli\nAnd we got more blues than the intro to Belly\nI'm ridin' with a B, this bitch prettier than Shelly\nOut in Oakland crop shoppin', buyin' whatever they'll sell me\nFour in one pop, this bitch darker than a Pepsi\nI love my fiend Lisa, bitch got more money than Leslie\n20 on me now, nigga, Jalen Ramsey\nI'm somewhere in a tower gettin' topped by a fancy\nMoney!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Slimed Out (feat. Dam Jon Boi, Damedot, BandGang Lonnie Bands, BandGang Masoe, BandGang Paid Will, ShredGang Mone, ShredGang Horse & ShredGang Strapp)\n  artist: Drego & Beno, Dam Jon Boi, Damedot, Band Gang Lonnie Bands, Bandgang Masoe, Band Gang Paid Will, Shredgang Mone, Shredgang Horse, ShredGang Strapp\n  album: Meet Us Outer Space\n  duration_ms: 208000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Are you in the mafia?\n\n  Walked in the club\n  Ten, 20, 30 bitches, dawg, and they thick as fuck\n  Man, they so drunk, man, they fuck as drunk\n  She whispered in my ear, told her turn her up, turn her up\n  Caught an opp in the car, burn it up, burn it up\n  Walkin' out the club, it's the end of the party\n  And I'm throwin' up, throwin' up, uh\n\n  Catch your ass twistin' fingers, what you throwin' up? Uh\n  Catch your ass at the light, Glock throwin' up, throwin' up\n  I pass your bitch a fishbowl, told her to front tuck\n  Yeah, free my nigga Lonnie Bands, we was goin' up\n  Paid walked in, lemon cherry got us blowed as fuck\n  Yeah, we all rollin' up, it's like a hundred blunts\n  Bitch, it's gon' take a half a year just to run it up\n  Nigga see me out, yeah, with Mone, you know he Chris Tuck\n\n  Nigga mistake me for Giannis, all about a buck\n  Yeah, bitch, we came from broad days, we ain't give a fuck\n  Heard the opps in that bitch, I'm still showin' up\n  Sprayed the whole gas station, tried to blow 'em up\n  Lights hittin' off the ice, bitches know it's us\n  Damjonboi in this bitch, now it's goin' up\n  Bumped into my lil' blooda on the 8\n  Poured up in unc' house, blew a 'Wood and got a plate\n\n  Man, lil' bitch, told her bag my shit up\n  The bitch was actin' dumb, so I smacked that bitch up\n  Snuck the AR in the club, had to wrap that bitch up\n\n  Walked in the club\n  Ten, 20, 30 racks on me, dawg, I'm rich as fuck\n  She whispered in my ear she gon' give it up, give it up\n  I whispered in her ear, \"Bitch, I'm a hundred up, hundred up\"\n  This Vlone shirt a one of one, one of one\n\n  She turned around twerkin', smacked her on her butt\n  She tryna take it off, say she burnin' up, burnin' up\n  Now her nipples out and she turnin' up, turnin' up\n  Pull them choppers out, we don't knuckle up, knuckle up\n  Yeah, I know the route, put 'em on a bus\n\n  Yeah, put 'em on a bus\n  She was just a bad bitch, turned her to a slut\n  All I want is the bag, she just wanna fuck\n  We got choppers on them rifles like we hunting ducks\n  Yeah, I'm sipping Akorn, this bitch getting drunk\n  And all a nigga know is run it up\n  We can't have a conversation, you ain't a hundred up\n  All these bitches on my head, they hear I'm bomin' up\n\n  Shirt off, you see the Shred tatted on my stomach\n  Ridin' with this Kel-Tec, it got a hundred somethin'\n  And the clip hangin' from it like a Cinnabon\n  Chopper bullets comin' out look like some midgets runnin'\n  Left him on a shitbag when it hit his stomach, pussy\n\n  Laptop bag, no computer, it's a Draco in it\n  60 shots on it, bro'll paint a nigga\n  I don't say what up 'cause I don't play with niggas\n  Hate rats, why the fuck God make them niggas?\n  Free Stone, only run with them takers, nigga\n\n  Shred, and everything heavy\n  Made his time end, knocked a nigga out his Prezi\n  Money Mitch shit, I put slugs in his belly\n  Caught him talkin' on the telephone and left him on telly\n  My shooter set go like he ain't hear the ready\n  Could hide the whole motherfuckin' chop in this Pelle\n\n  Shh, hold on, hold on\n  Bitch, I'm back home, what the fuck you thought? Huh\n  Told the feds I'm deaf as hell, man, I can't talk, huh\n  Heard the opps was celebrating when I got caught, huh\n  I bet they ain't too happy now, they mans knocked off\n\n  Hey, and they other mans can't walk, hey\n  Walk in the club, watch me turn up, turn up\n  Bitch on the stage tryna fuck, fuck\n  Hold on, hold on, and I got my XD tucked, tucked\n  And I got my razor on me, bitch, don't get cut, cut\n\n  Huh, gave the lawyer my whole stash, now I'm broke as fuck\n  I ain't gon' lie, you gettin' robbed if you ain't one of us, huh\n  I walk up on a rapper like give it up, give it up\n  Man, I just hope this shit ain't fake as fuck\n\n  Hoo, out in Oakland by the deli\n  And we got more blues than the intro to Belly\n  I'm ridin' with a B, this bitch prettier than Shelly\n  Out in Oakland crop shoppin', buyin' whatever they'll sell me\n  Four in one pop, this bitch darker than a Pepsi\n  I love my fiend Lisa, bitch got more money than Leslie\n  20 on me now, nigga, Jalen Ramsey\n  I'm somewhere in a tower gettin' topped by a fancy\n  Money!\n"}]