Chase Matthew Price - ALL SNOT NO SLIME

Couple hundred bands, man that shit is the target
Pull that thing back and let it fly
Stunting in my Vans and sipping on that lethargic
Your bitch glancing when I ride by
Couple hundred bands, man that shit is the target
Pull that thing back and let it fly
Stunting in my Vans and sipping on that lethargic
I'm with this shit 'til I die

I'm the centerpiece, headlining, I'm focal
Hopped in the whip, hit the streets like a local
Opal on my fist whipping up and down the coastal
Cashing all these checks, getting paid for my vocal
Yeah, you ain't know how it is
Can't vibe with the tribe 'cause you can't roll with this shit
Why you hanging 'round when we been over this shit?
Fuck around again, might hit you with the business
Aye, it's like it's all work no play
Catch me dipping out 'cause I don't roll that way
Aye, fuck whatever you got to say
When the culture be molding all your words like clay
Man, you ain't even worth my time
I spat a hundred verses while you wrote one line
You snifflin' and slobberin', man whinin' and cryin'
Crybaby-ass boy, all snot no slime

Couple hundred bands, man that shit is the target
Pull that thing back and let it fly
Stunting in my Vans and sipping on that lethargic
Your bitch glancing when I ride by
Couple hundred bands, man that shit is the target
Pull that thing back and let it fly
Stunting in my Vans and sipping on that lethargic
I'm with this shit 'til I die

I don't understand you motherfuckers always trying to start shit
I don't understand you motherfuckers on that "where your car?" shit
It's like everybody loyal 'til it's envy when you're coming up
Talk your little shit, little man, I don't give a fuck
For all the real ones, go ahead and put a cup up
Fake-ass boys out the house, man, tough stuff
Snake-ass boys out the door with the rest
'Cause I ain't got the fuckin' time, bitch, Plex up next
Yeah, I said it
Thought I was waiting on you? That shit is pathetic
Thought I was hung up on you? You can fuckin' forget it
Thought me a gentleman? Nah, I just hit it and quit it
I'm runnin' circles 'round you, pussyboy
Hopped on the track and I lapped you in my Stussy, boy
You act like you were number one, boy you came in limpin'
'Cause life is a bitch, and y'all bitches been simpin'

Couple hundred bands, man that shit is the target
Pull that thing back and let it fly
Stunting in my Vans and sipping on that lethargic
Your bitch glancing when I ride by
Couple hundred bands, man that shit is the target
Pull that thing back and let it fly
Stunting in my Vans and sipping on that lethargic
I'm with this shit 'til I die

Written by:
Chase Price

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