Young Thug ‘Slime Language’ Mixtape: 20 Best Lyrics
There comes a time in most rap stars' careers when they begin to focus on making the leap from merely being an artist to becoming a boss in their own right. That time has arrived for Young Thug, who has established himself as a proven commodity and one of the most talented artists of his era. His latest project Slime Language is a compilation mixtape that finds the ATLien servicing his fans with new music while also introducing his stable of fresh-faced artists.
Slime Language is the first official release on Young Stoner Life, Thugger's record label under 300 Entertainment. The tape includes contributions from stars like Lil Baby, Lil Uzi Vert, Gunna, Jacquees and Tracy T, as well as YSL signees Duke, Lil Keed, Strick, HiDoraah, Nechie, and Karlae. In terms of production, Slime Language finds Young Thugger working with a list of frequent collaborators, with Wheezy, Southside and TM88 behind the boards on this outing.
Reports of Young Thug being arrested in Hollywood last night on a felony gun charge while at a listening party for Slime Language may have put a damper on the rapper's 27th birthday festivities, yet Slime Language has been receiving favorable reviews from listeners thus far. It's the latest body of work from Young Thug to tide us over until he finally drops his proper major label debut.
XXL selects 20 of the best lyrics from the Slime Language compilation mixtape that are sure to become fan favorites.
"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