Lyrics:

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Oh, ohh)
I`m a real, I`m a real
I`m a real good slime
I`ma ride that red eye (Red eye) like a demon
Stack that money `til I can`t no more (No more)
We be robbin` and schemin` (On God), oh Lord
How long would it be until this pain gon` go?
Straight from bottom, blow a bag on my bros, oh, yeah, yeah
Just for his head, a hundred thousand, say less, I pay that
Got plenty money, but I had to jump up out my bag

I stayed down lately, shawty, I`d die for you
Fuck that shit that he be talkin`, did he ride for you?
I jeopardize and send my brothers `fore to slide for you
And every nigga `round me willing `fore to die for you
Who you judgin`? I come up straight from the gutter
We done struggled, me and my brothers had no one but each other
I can buy a hatchback, but can`t buy my family back, my life nothin`
I want my Ni back, but I`m caught up with these hoes and I`m thuggin`

I`ma ride that red eye (Red eye) like a demon
Stack that money `til I can`t no more (No more)
We be robbin` and schemin` (On God), oh Lord
How long would it be until this pain gon` go?
Straight from bottom, blow a bag on my bros, oh, yeah, yeah
Just for his head, a hundred thousand, say less, I pay that
Got plenty money, but I had to jump up out my bag

Ride foreign ride, got plenty money, but that north where I reside at
But I`d fly miles `cross this town to see you smile
She be fans of other niggas, like this bitch wan` be a hype man
But the minute I wan` be alone, she don`t like that
I took heed into your letters, I was locked up with no celly
I ain`t wanna be no rival with you
From the bottom all the way back to my section
Everyday, yeah, we be steppin`
Fuck chasin`, I will not be through
I`m all caught up with money, like, 'Fuck this dream, it ain`t nothin`'
And fuck these hoes that don`t love me, niggas don`t like how I be stuntin`
I miss Big Dump like my granny, we still at war `bout my cousin
Diggin` `but I ain`t searchin` for gold, I know I`m lookin` for somethin`

I`ma ride that red eye (Red eye) like a demon
Stack that money `til I can`t no more (No more)
We be robbin` and schemin` (On God), oh Lord
How long would it be until this pain gon` go?
Straight from bottom, blow a bag on my bros, oh, yeah, yeah
Just for his head, a hundred thousand, say less, I pay that
Got plenty money, but I had to jump up out my bag (Yeah)

Yeah (Slime)