Separation Lyrics by Bslime & Young Stoner Life
I separated myself from the gutter
I told em I wouldn’t trade on my brothers
I had a dream them n***** singing like yunna
I’m a demon, I’m a slimey anaconda (Slatt, slatt)
I just wanna let you know, oh oh
Travel ‘round the city, I go anywhere I want
Not trippin’ bout these bitches, I can fuckin’ get them gone
I’m dressed in all black, 44 bull by the door
She was smelling stanky, so I told that bitch to drank it
She asked me for an arrangement, I told that bitch that she dangerous
She cater to the plug, she don’t give a fuck bout what you thinkin
Diamonds know they be shining, I can’t put em in her anus
Sitting back chillin’ in the lobby, not worried bout nobody, and I don’t give no damn bout what they say
A whole road chaser, we put racks inside the safe
Tell her to take a pay cause I’ma brush em my way
Put her in rotation, a real money maker
She got a birkin bag, put chanel around her waist
You know that it get sticky, icky
Came a long way from the trenches
Though i was born with it, ain’t no mystery in my history
I separated myself from the gutter
I told em I wouldn’t trade on my brothers
I had a dream them n***** singing like yunna
I’m a demon, I’m a slimey anaconda (Slatt, slatt)
I just wanna let you know, oh oh
Travel ‘round the city, I go anywhere I want
Not trippin’ bout these bitches, I can fuckin’ get them gone
I’m dressed in all black, 44 bull by the door
You know like that, pop it?
Telling n***** how I feel, like, keeping it real with n*****, you know what I’m sayin?
Being genuine, know what I’m sayin, we ain’t trippin over these bitches
Poppin on they ass, they know a youngin got it poppin
She wanna ride the dick, I told her ride it kawasaki
They know a n**** winnin, they heard I’m a trending topic
Not gettin caught up in feelings, I tell bitches to mop it
Rule number 1 gotta watch over your back (Slatt)
Rule number 2 if they spinnin, you spinnin back
Came a long way from 250, they yelling and screaming jack
I’m on a road to riches I tell them to holla back
Stepping on these n*****, G nikes lace up my ones
I don’t need no army with me shoot my own gun
Dedicated by money I don’t care where you from
You gotta show yo hand and play your card like pawn
I separated myself from the gutter
I told em I wouldn’t trade on my brothers
I had a dream them n***** singing like yunna
I’m a demon, I’m a slimey anaconda (Slatt, slatt)
I just wanna let you know, oh oh
Travel ‘round the city, I go anywhere I want
Not trippin’ bout these bitches, I can fuckin’ get them gone
I’m dressed in all black, 44 bull by the door