$liM HiLL - Dagwoods and denim Lyrics

Who that motherf*cker in the all black fit
In an all black whip
Where them ships got sunk
Where yo bitch got f*cked
Creeping off of the funk
With wrist bleed rust
With that blunt in his lips
Hoe damn
He don't wanna see a big pump
Get pumped
Layed up in the crust
Of the earth
See the worst
Sip mud when never drunk
Grips Mac's when I'm buck
Get back out the muck
Feel like Jordan when I slam dunk
Bitch
Picking up the motherf*cking telephone
Who dis
Limping slimmy ripping off the methadone
Sleeping on the couch
Drugged out
Never left alone
Even when I'm dead yo bitch be f*cking on my skeleton
Sendemup alive strapped up
Don't say Gillys name in vein
This 150 grain
I got chopper f*cking options
Pick a biggin put a bullet to ya brain
Hoe bitch
Washing some bitches down in the river in the rain
Whole gang f*cking insane
Whole gang in they lane
Whole gang on Hussein
Keeping a mother f*cking Mac
Bust back
No plaque
Would somebody please go get slim off the track
He might just go f*cking kill em all
Hit up every cemetery and fill em all
I might just spray paint this AR and Gil em all
Fill all the cups
Shoot up dope and go spill em all
Somebody go call up Zack
Tell that bitch to get out his house
I need back up
Go grip that big chopper
That blade
F*cking pack up
Send up some f*ck boys
Then wrap em and stack up
Pop up and blast off
Blasting yo ass off
Might as well kill yourself bitch if I'm taking the mask off
Slimmy ain't one to just sit back and slack off
End of my pistol grip pump getting hacked off
Front grip with a full clip
Piss like a full dick
Big booty bitch in a big old school whip
Make a pussy sink in the river
Like ooh RIP
Big hits
Big rips
Creeping out the mother f*cking crypt
No bullshit
Choppa dumping off the f*cking hip
Like a school kid
Mag packed like a full dip
Script walk with a cool limp
Cool whip
Come meet the devil and f*cking meddle with the medicine
Reaper da ripper a different type of f*cking specimen
Up in the pool with them choppas ranking like a veteran
Bullet hole ya belly leaking shaking like he gelatin
Sleeping in the motherf*cking dirt
With the worms and the bugs
And a hole punched shirt
Choppa three round burst
Give him three rounds
Burnt
Lesson need thou
Learnt
In a tree now
Perched
Leave em hell bound
Cursed
Mother f*cker you better be sleeping with ya eyes open
Slimmy finna rise over
Slice ya belly wide open
Leaving him laying now hoping
That he doesn't die choking
Slimmys barrel out smoking
Suckas and bitches that couldn't get up off my dick
Now they sleeping on the kid
But he f*cking hot
Glowing
On a beat f*cking exploding
Double dose and overdosing
Slowing f*cking decomposing
Bitch