Sloppy Remix - Krayzie Bone, Machine Gun Kelly, Ray Jr.

Sloppy, sloppy, I’m leavin' here sloppy

Sloppy, sloppy, I’m leavin' here sloppy

Sloppy, sloppy, I’m leavin' here sloppy

Came to the club sober, but I’m leavin' here sloppy

Sippin'- sippin' on rossi chillin' with my posse

Came to the club sober, but I’m leavin' here sloppy

Sloppy, sloppy, I’m leavin' here sloppy

Came to the club sober, but I’m leavin' here sloppy

Uh, sippin' on rossi (Hold up, this the remix)

Legit paper ballers, tell 'em play some defense

I’m Ray Jr. from the Land, I’m in the club with them bands

Damn homie, this your girl?

Then why my hands in her pants?

In EC where they murk shit, I preach two 'em don’t hurt shit

She ain’t pregnant by me, cause I was there when she birthed it

Start bangin' that E-40, two girls with the B Mo

They ain’t givin' up that kimo, I jet from 'em like Tebow

Liter of Ciroc, red cup of that rossi

Mix 'em both together and she gon' do the posse

Legit paper my team, I know them niggas got me

We never home 'em when we leave the club sloppy

And I’m gone

While they in a big body, the top garage-y

Chopped at 'em bad ho, meet me in the lobby

Hotel rockin', hotel poppin

Shawty got that wet-wet, yeah she got that sloppy

When I leave the club, yeah you know I’m sloppy

Then I fuck your girl and make her girl watch me

She could teriyaki, shrimp shish kebob

Then she be like, «Give my sister some!»

And my belt buckle from Louis Voutton

When I walk in I tell 'em to give me some ones

And I get me a bitch and she take off my ones

But she bustin' it open, so she comin' with us

Red Solo cup’s full, I don’t fuck with styro

Red Solo cup’s full, I don’t fuck with styro

King of this Rossi shit, check my fuckin' bio

Started on the clair then I swagged out Ohio

Okay, pull up, pull up, I pull up clean

Swear I pop out, wow, I stand up, lean

Cause I’m throwed, still pourin' up

Takin' body shots out her double D cups

Woah, woah, West side pimpin'

Everything paid for except the bitch I’m rentin'

That’s yours, sloppy, barely comprehendin'

While she top me, head up in my lap just kinda kissin' my

Lord, look at all that, what money could do

Never paid these hoes, just family induced

Slick, twistin' up my fingers with my Detroit crew

Talk stupid, now your ass is on the Detroit news (undefined)

Little bitch, yup