Young Thug ‘Slime Language’ Mixtape: 20 Best Lyrics

"Shawty said I be the realest, can't get enough of this killin'/The weed that I smoke smell like chitlins, postin' your wifey on trend list/I been tied in with the killings, I been tied in with the dealers/I put some rings on my fingers, hand shinin' like the Thriller/Whippin' it, go grab the trigger, foreigns behind me, BMF/Boy in the jet with the real plug, 200 racks of skrilla/Red bottoms, she a killer, red bottoms, she a killer/Gucci slides for the chillin', Jimmy Choo when I miss her" —Young Thug

"I scream 'Slime, slime, slime,' they come in a rush/I got snakes tatted on me and my chain on my neck/I slimed up my grandma/Diamonds on my Cartiers, I see farther than Farrakhan/I know niggas gettin' extorted, like the common cold/I done ate cereal out a plate, I done ate cereal out a bowl/Niggas ain't slimy enough, niggas ain't grimy enough/I got black diamonds like my grandpa's snuff" —Young Thug

"Money got me shittin' like a laxative, no comparin', I ran up the racks/All of my bitches are bougie and bad, my money was long as his 'lac/I told the bitch that wasn't my kid, I need a paternity/Pull up to your block and takin' your cookie, call me Bernie/Got the red interior, red shoes and red Jeep/Got a bad bitch, don't play the radio, Greg Street" —Young Thug

"I pop a wheelie, I fuck on a bitch like I'm Banshee/Bought a Rolls Royce and then I was smokin' on whammy/I put the bitch on her back and I beat it like Hercules/How the fuck you let these rat niggas go get them some cheese?/I had to send the car comin', I took off and ran with the keys/I put some diamonds on her toe, yeah they dancin', Chris Breezy/I go to Fendi and I got a tall breezy comin' from Greece/I don't believe her, I think she Belize or she from Middle East"—Young Thug

"Plain Jane AP with a Cuban link to match it/Diamonds on me dancin', got me lookin' like Michael Jackson/I don't want you dead, that's that Fed talk/Most these niggas polices like Matlock/Armani the jeans, Gucci shirt on, color my spleen/I can't get enough of codeine/If you make me stop, you know you'll owe me/Good pussy, good money, good genes" —Young Thug

"Ridin' in a new Maybach, dunk on his hoe like Shaq/Jimmy Choo shoes relax, Givenchy socks to match/I was just smokin' on thrax, now I'm playin' with that sack/Pussy just fall in my lap, money just chasin' my back/The gang came back with racks, I'm ridin' 'round town with a Gat/I'll beat a nigga face with a bat, pink slip, paper tag" —Young Thug

"I got a hoe, but that bitch call me 'daddy'/My money long like the '73 Caddy/Bring in that work we gon’ weigh it and bag it/Don't come with it shawty, might shoot 'til it's jammin'/In the back of the Maybach I got on that fashion/He got on Richard Mille, that shit ain't average/My bitches I bought 'em some titties and asses"  —Tracy T

"Ice my watch, I'm not wastin' my time/Gunna dripping with Uzi and Slime/Connect with my bitch like WiFi/I'm in the DM like Cha Cha/I got Ms, I can take care of the Southside/I've been bettin' the billionaire ties/Got the Yves Saint Laurent heels in your size/Get the penthouse and fill it with vibes" —Gunna

"Runnin' out of space for the bags in her closet/Runnin' through checks every day, no fraud shit/Rose gold Presidential Rollie look polished/Bad lil' bitch, good brain go to college/You ain't really gotta pay for nothing, I got it/Big bankroll, I ain't totin' no wallet/I don't withdraw, nigga, name deposit/T-Pain, Plies, I call up my shawty, my shawty" —Lil Baby

"I can't do nothin' with that bitch, the way she flodgin'/Wrapped a million up, ain't none of my dogs starvin'/Rolly-polly with that TEC-9, the carbon/Couple hoes they ménage à trois-in'/Gucci bag for my shoes, they look dirty/I got 30 new bitches like I'm Curry/Bought the Rolls Royce and came through Bleveland swerving/I just wiped my dick off with the Rolls Royce curtains" —Young Thug

"Yeah Balenciaga, triple-S the first whip/My niggas call me CVS, I keep the syrup with me/Purple Act, purple kush, purple percs nigga/I tote Fear of God by the jeans, with the skirts nigga/I wore Balmain way before your church niggas/I know Chanel personal work, Celia/I know, I'm the GOAT, I know/All four my pockets got the Klumps, I'm Eddie Murphy" —Young Thug

"Okay, I'm a lil cooler/Uh, yeah, slime a lil booler/Uh, okay I don't need a shooter/Uh, I got a Glock with a ruler/These are not pointed baguettes/Her pussy wet like my neck/Uh, ain't gon' love no more pussy, I'ma go connect/I put a Z on a brand new, all red, long Corvette/I got hoes like the muzzle on a brand new TEC" —Lil Uzi Vert

"Wide-body Benz with a big nose/Amazon bitch was in some white toes/She got extravagant head, know that deep throat/YSL, I'm only 'bout that lingo/That's the beauty of it, sell some then we split/Coupled with Owen kicks, feds wanna take a pic/I saw some beauty in yo' bitch, I'm tryna screw my dick/Came in your main real quick, now my kids born rich" —Gunna

"I'ma dance, I was sexin yo' mama/Nigga we smoked 'em, we don't care 'bout no karma/All the homies are protected like Obama/Ancient gold Rolex like a condom" —Young Thug

"I put some bread in my pocket, Jimmy Dean/I add a rose gold chain when I drink my lean/I add Chanel on the rip of shawty's jeans/I need a Tylenol, I'm popped too many beans/I'm at the VMA awards, now bring 'em out/I left the dentist with some braces in her mouth/I told your darling, shawty was on south/I take this Rari, park it at the house" —Young Thug

"Yeah, in that Bentley coupe doin' the whole thing/Throw that shit up to the roof, bitch we balling/Bring them bitches in the room if they all in/I spent so many racks on these pants, bitch I'm stylin'/Bitch I'm goin' up, bitches goin' down me/Bitch I'm slowed up, I been drinking codeine/So much blue cheese in these pants, look like the money huggin' me/And when I hop off in the crowd they hold me way way up" —Lil Keed

"Put a lear inside the sky, hunnid thousand some feet/Pour my cup and in my eye, Yeezy Boosts on my feet/We could hotbox through the clouds, I'm as high as can be/Forgiatos on my ride, gettin' that money like Meech/Diamonds all under my chin, you gon' know these VVs/I been cashin' out on drip, this Supreme Louis V/I just popped another pill, pour that lean in the peach/Hope my cousin get his appeal, make it back to these streets" —Gunna

"Light round diamonds on my wrist like I'm Gordo/I hold the jet down with a stick, we big as the law when we rich/My pilots are doin' the dash, I be in jects, and the aves/I put a 10 on the tag, I don't do the clearance tags/Won't wear the same thing, I'm a brat, I ran up this money, don't lack/I'm tired of the backstabs, put that dick in her abs" —Young Thug

"I got Brazillians makin' me dinner/Took a loss and it made me a winner/Wearin' Monclear, it ain't even winter/And the wind got the clouds in the ceiling/Add the money up, subtract the feeling/They say, 'Slatt,' when we walk in the building/I can't save her, she going with the fishes/Copped a new gun to switch up my mission/Slime shit, I ran up the digits, count it with no intermission/Her best friend done gave me the dishin'/I mixed up the sherbet and cookie" —Strick

"Yeah my slimes wit me, I was born tinted/You can't see who in it, presidential limit/You can see we winnin', fuck you thought?/I put VVS' in my mouth/Straight out the South, I got clout/I'm with chain gang, now I'm out/You ain't gang-gang-gang, take 'em out/I got gang for a lane, fuck you thought?/Bitch I'm slicker than a muh, get it out the soil/Insane with them cutters, who want war with the boy?" —Nechie