allrightsssss

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]

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

Lyrics:

Hook:

I'm tryna get this money, bitch, I'm tryna get paid (guap)
I'm tryna find a honey, yeah, I'm tryna get laid (sex)
Bitch left me for a bummy but now wishes she stayed (dumb bitch)
Took me for a dummy, now I'm getting good grades (honor roll)
If you're tryna act smug then you're tryna catch a fade
If you're tryna find love then you're tryna get played
Slim is finna blow up like a semtex nade
Fuck shit, I stay above, Slim is tryna get made

Verse 1:

Snakes tryna be homies but I know they're all bologna (bogus)
I don't fuck with phonies, shit, I'd rather just be lonely (for real)
Tryna kick it with my chronies, tryna get a lil stoney
Tryna find a bitch to blow and then ride me like a pony
Not the Fourth of July but I got that fire work (fuego)
If you're tryna work, I can be your supplier first (that's right)
And supply your thirst with herbs grown in higher dirt (trees)
If you're tryna rob, you better pray your iron work (pussy)
I ain't tryna throw up change in the spot where sluts hang
Like therapists who lynch their patients, let my nuts hang (haha)
You're sheltered, don't know much slang, your best friend's your Mustang
Snitches wired like they drunk Bang, up to somethang
Soon I'll own a yacht and you'll still mob on the ferry
Mask on, can't see my face like adults in Tom and Jerry
Condition bitches like Pavlov, for my dick, they slobber very (slobber)
Give every enemy worse memories than prom for Carrie (haha)

[Hook Repeats]

Verse 2:

Yo, where the herbs at, I'm just tryna burn that
If music don't work than I'm tryna serve crack (that's right)
Hear you talk a lot but still haven't heard facts (nah)
Damn, you're whack, I could end you with my worst raps
Like bears in wintertime, y'all are boutta take a dirt nap
I'm so fucking fine, every pic I post's a thirst trap
If I spot a dime then I'm tryna break her back
Bitch, I wouldn't even shit on you cause you're not worth crap (not shit)
Your life is not exciting, I can tell your story's lame (loser)
You freaks are into feet like bullets shot by Tory Lanez (weirdos)
This shit's true, no kizzy, I belong in the insane ward (I'm crazy)
Know y'all don't get busy like firemen during rainstorms (ha)
Slinging loud, bestest flavors, flipping bricks, Tetris players
Y'all just need to test these vapors, spread the word to bless your neighbors
You're a snitch, confessed on papers, drip from my walk, stepped on razors
Going up, no escalators, just invest in hella acres (invest)

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Guitar: Moyajin
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