Written & Performed by Slim Samaritan
Mixed by Brandon Blatz
Mastered by RAW QWLTY
Cover Art by Symentha O

Lyrics-

Hook:

These hoes, they make me cringe (uh), these snakes, they make me cringe (they do)
These fiends, they make me cringe (gross), stay on point, no syringe (on point)
Can't knock me off my hinge (nah), with weed, I tend to binge (I chief)
Crush nugs, roll up, then singe (roll up), leave all the laws infringed (haha)
These hoes, they make me cringe (uh), these snakes, they make me cringe (they do)
These fiends, they make me cringe (gross), stay on point, no syringe (on point)
Can't knock me off my hinge (nah), with weed, I tend to binge (I chief)
Crush nugs, roll up, then singe (roll up), leave all the laws infringed (haha)

Verse 1:

Pulling bottles with models, the liquor makes them cringe (they love it)
The ash fell down from my blunt and left my shorts singed (fuck)
I'm a bank vault door, you cannot knock me off my hinge (nah)
These drugs are Netflix shows, getting me caught up in a binge (I'm binging)
Y'all can't see me like the bottom row of letters in the nurse's office
Play with Slim and you'll be riding in a hearse's coffin
Don't care bout your daughter's issues, I'll still serve her toxins (I will)
The Dexter of this rap shit, all these beats, I murder often (hella)
Take SL outta Slim and Mari outta Samaritan (huh)
Yeah, I'm really him, had to make that clear, no Claritin (oh shit)
Pop out and you'll get hit like animatronic gophers (pop out)
Driving bitches crazy, the insanity chauffeur (I piss em off)
Five star dining tracks, your shit was made in Culver's (fast food)
All I spit is fire, my saliva's made of sulphur (fuego)
Y'all blazing little moon rocks while I'm steady smoking boulders (big rocks)
Was slinging white like doctors fixing Shaun's broken shoulder (hahaha)

-Hook Repeated-

Verse 2:

I sliced em with my blade, heard they might slide on me later (I've heard)
Ain't a friendly guy, won't even say hi if we neighbors (fuck you)
These bums tell me to quit but I'm defying these haters
Grind my ass off like sliding down a giant cheese grader (ow)
You're such a hater, all you do is envy, no Nevada (hater)
More money, more options, should I cop Fendi or the Prada (good question)
You're down bad and sad at home, sipping Henny, watching operas (lame)
I'll pave my own way, won't do shit trendy, I don't gotta (I don't)
Me with the mic is Freddy with his glove, Jason with his machete
Indiana with his whip and clowns with their confetti (ha)
All my bongs heady, dabbing got my palms sweaty (I'm faded)
You cruise in your mom's Chevy with your crew whose not deadly (at all)
Been growing for a minute, now my leaves are really blooming (yes sir)
Y'all don't see the bigger picture, steady tryna zoom in (zoom)
Sniffing lines of Vyves has my mind sublime and zooming (speeding)
Bitch said she wants some more, so I called her Metro Boomin (haha)

Cringe [Prod. Ace Bankz]

That’s yachts that’s cargo, the runners the gunners those who only god know. Coinsures and plans that never change mansion’n similar to it all coming off boats. The connect he flies. He’s one of the highest seeing me eye to eye. Eliminating feds when they gettn’ at me and trial, bitches. Those who work for her I don’t trust no one I keep the same dementing. Evil in the mind my eyes filled with substantiality see Christian. I leave at the altar every soul which came ways the same as me giving in. Mind filling in lies to murk out the highest getting d’ in killing us. Fuck hiding money. Nigga the eyes watching to fill ends’ in expenses. Buy some shit like the army running more than what god got thirty years pissing. In a pot he had to it was his generation this shit is doing the dishes. Been at the bottom getting stepped on by the top and slut dickheads. Everythings the same under the sun except where’ve I’d come from. From the city first down where slaves where born second guess. What’s earning the same dungeon you're running from in a gun some coming. Double O it’s new for the youts’ coming and I’m at the forefront of em.

Charging them they souls first killing your little girl ass dumping merch in the urbans under em. Fuck what’s already legal I don’t want the shits near me not even as sharp as a needle thats what these four. Do when pulling them out and squeeze from at least three feet leak lord. Shed more for. The sacrilege for whats’ in under the inside a different world the world inside vnderworlds’ and crucifixes for you children with the urn. I never follow. Makaveli. You don’t want your family attacked to death be. Made niggaz run away to see they own deathy grave. The steps we’ve made are all for drops around us flooding the drought riddling us losses narcotic councils want us. To stop, but that’ll be like I’m in six hundred counties so far after this one I’m on the charts and 11 tons for ones best. We the blacksheep with the name in vain oncest. Running on Hondas. Flipping 21 tons more Cardinal. I’ve come. Once. And for all spread the poor gossip. For your rewards for 100 more Connoisseurs. And awards. The glocks for those noses. … -world’.

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