How You Sliding
How you sliding?
Glocks, drakes and choppas in the whip (up in the whip)
Run in his crib and rearrange this nigga shit (his whole shit)
We aint driving by we walking up this bitch (skrrrr)
And my clip way bigger than yours
How you sliding?
Chops, glocks and extendos with the clips (uhhh)
Fuck hitting you we gone paint yo whole clique (his whole clique)
Pull yo card we gone show you niggas bitch (you a bitch)
And my clip way bigger than yours
Aye im impatient aint got time to catch a nigga slippin'
I'll be at niggas doors like a Jehovah witness
Diss me and catch a couple shots to the chest I heard yo mans got dropped we finna get you next
These niggas say they on my head got a nigga laughing word around niggas gone kill me now lets see it happen
Fuck yo dead mans where he got popped thats where my niggas trapping
Middle finger to all you niggas bitch lets get it cracking
Aye, hot head nigga but a roll on me strip club inside this whip I keep a pole on me
Usher with this choppa when I up it get to burning shit
Catch you slipping and leave and leave yo head all on the crurb and shit
Fuck niggas saying we aint catching no bodies we them niggas hit yo block and then we catching a body
My niggas grimmey in the laws they aint sweating nobody
Choppa hit him in his chest and show the bones in his body
Stoner Gang thats my brother they a kill off the love put some gifeys on yo head and get you filled up with slugs
We run it up in the six aint no questions all my niggas with it when these bullets rip through yo stomach aint no Need for stitches
How you sliding?
Glocks, drakes and choppas in the whip (up in the whip)
Run in his crib and rearrange this nigga shit (his whole shit)
We aint driving by we walking up this bitch (skrrrr)
And my clip way bigger than yours
How you sliding?
Chops, glocks and extendos with the clips (uhhh)
Fuck hitting you we gone paint yo whole clique (his whole clique)
Pull yo card we gone show you niggas bitch (you a bitch)
And my clip way bigger than yours
Aye sliding these you niggas like im Splash Village
Aye first you see the pistol then you niggas feel it
Homicide in these Flint streets i done made a killing
These niggas trynna be hero with a fucking villain
Catch me getting cash with that nigga kid put a couple shots in his back just to make him flip
Still smack hoes everyday like a fucking pimp sale on a zip Jay-O line just to make a flip
And yeah im tired of all you niggas on that hating shit (up on that hating shit)
If you got time to hate that just shows you aint making shit
Fuck a pass on a dutch nigga pass my niggas clips hit the scene rolling like a camera bet you niggas dip
Aye bitch you been hanging with the wrong crowd and when i squeeze these couple shots I hit the whole crowd Call DogGang Cory when that package finna touchdown choppa lay you down if I feel that you up pounds
Me against you and you dead im like what now riding round trapping trynna get that rollie bust down
Feel like DZ hit the road and do a turn around money on yo head how the gang come and fucking clown
How you sliding?
Glocks, drakes and choppas in the whip (up in the whip)
Run in his crib and rearrange this nigga shit (his whole shit)
We aint driving by we walking up this bitch (skrrrr)
And my clip way bigger than yours
How you sliding?
Chops, glocks and extendos with the clips (uhhh)
Fuck hitting you we gone paint yo whole clique (his whole clique)
Pull yo card we gone show you niggas bitch (you a bitch)
And my clip way bigger than yours
Fuck them niggas bitch we sliding everyday up Dupont down Welch bitch we coming every way
Cory shoot the glock like Curry ima play it like im Clay Shammy in the back seat swing the K like doctor J nigga
I aint wear no mask I let him see my face before he close his eyes for good all he seen was a K
Fuck the peace bitch we add something to the murder rate AR with the beam im trynna hit a nigga in the face
Send him up to god go to the crib and face on a eight bitch im still on the run still in and out of states
Bring the perks to yo door nigga I aint finna play I need ten for these tens got a thousand in a day
Still trapping still robbing bitch I need a hundred K seady speaking down to hoes dog I think these niggas gay
Upped a roll on his bitch now she suck me everyday cant leave the crib with out my stick bitch i gotta play it safe
I done ran off on niggas I done upped in niggas face told little bro its Christmas I just set another play
Rich done snatched a nigga rollie took the buffs off his face no Tay-K but this drake a make a nigga do the race
Aint no prints on them shells so they had to close the case yeah we slid back to back but we had to change the place
Rolling woods out the zip naw I dont play with eighths nigga up a heat on me and all you see is yellow tape
How you sliding?
Glocks, drakes and choppas in the whip (up in the whip)
Run in his crib and rearrange this nigga shit (his whole shit)
We aint driving by we walking up this bitch (skrrrr)
And my clip way bigger than yours
How you sliding?
Chops, glocks and extendos with the clips (uhhh)
Fuck hitting you we gone paint yo whole clique (his whole clique)
Pull yo card we gone show you niggas bitch (you a bitch)
And my clip way bigger than yours
Glocks, drakes and choppas in the whip (up in the whip)
Run in his crib and rearrange this nigga shit (his whole shit)
We aint driving by we walking up this bitch (skrrrr)
And my clip way bigger than yours
How you sliding?
Chops, glocks and extendos with the clips (uhhh)
Fuck hitting you we gone paint yo whole clique (his whole clique)
Pull yo card we gone show you niggas bitch (you a bitch)
And my clip way bigger than yours
Aye im impatient aint got time to catch a nigga slippin'
I'll be at niggas doors like a Jehovah witness
Diss me and catch a couple shots to the chest I heard yo mans got dropped we finna get you next
These niggas say they on my head got a nigga laughing word around niggas gone kill me now lets see it happen
Fuck yo dead mans where he got popped thats where my niggas trapping
Middle finger to all you niggas bitch lets get it cracking
Aye, hot head nigga but a roll on me strip club inside this whip I keep a pole on me
Usher with this choppa when I up it get to burning shit
Catch you slipping and leave and leave yo head all on the crurb and shit
Fuck niggas saying we aint catching no bodies we them niggas hit yo block and then we catching a body
My niggas grimmey in the laws they aint sweating nobody
Choppa hit him in his chest and show the bones in his body
Stoner Gang thats my brother they a kill off the love put some gifeys on yo head and get you filled up with slugs
We run it up in the six aint no questions all my niggas with it when these bullets rip through yo stomach aint no Need for stitches
How you sliding?
Glocks, drakes and choppas in the whip (up in the whip)
Run in his crib and rearrange this nigga shit (his whole shit)
We aint driving by we walking up this bitch (skrrrr)
And my clip way bigger than yours
How you sliding?
Chops, glocks and extendos with the clips (uhhh)
Fuck hitting you we gone paint yo whole clique (his whole clique)
Pull yo card we gone show you niggas bitch (you a bitch)
And my clip way bigger than yours
Aye sliding these you niggas like im Splash Village
Aye first you see the pistol then you niggas feel it
Homicide in these Flint streets i done made a killing
These niggas trynna be hero with a fucking villain
Catch me getting cash with that nigga kid put a couple shots in his back just to make him flip
Still smack hoes everyday like a fucking pimp sale on a zip Jay-O line just to make a flip
And yeah im tired of all you niggas on that hating shit (up on that hating shit)
If you got time to hate that just shows you aint making shit
Fuck a pass on a dutch nigga pass my niggas clips hit the scene rolling like a camera bet you niggas dip
Aye bitch you been hanging with the wrong crowd and when i squeeze these couple shots I hit the whole crowd Call DogGang Cory when that package finna touchdown choppa lay you down if I feel that you up pounds
Me against you and you dead im like what now riding round trapping trynna get that rollie bust down
Feel like DZ hit the road and do a turn around money on yo head how the gang come and fucking clown
How you sliding?
Glocks, drakes and choppas in the whip (up in the whip)
Run in his crib and rearrange this nigga shit (his whole shit)
We aint driving by we walking up this bitch (skrrrr)
And my clip way bigger than yours
How you sliding?
Chops, glocks and extendos with the clips (uhhh)
Fuck hitting you we gone paint yo whole clique (his whole clique)
Pull yo card we gone show you niggas bitch (you a bitch)
And my clip way bigger than yours
Fuck them niggas bitch we sliding everyday up Dupont down Welch bitch we coming every way
Cory shoot the glock like Curry ima play it like im Clay Shammy in the back seat swing the K like doctor J nigga
I aint wear no mask I let him see my face before he close his eyes for good all he seen was a K
Fuck the peace bitch we add something to the murder rate AR with the beam im trynna hit a nigga in the face
Send him up to god go to the crib and face on a eight bitch im still on the run still in and out of states
Bring the perks to yo door nigga I aint finna play I need ten for these tens got a thousand in a day
Still trapping still robbing bitch I need a hundred K seady speaking down to hoes dog I think these niggas gay
Upped a roll on his bitch now she suck me everyday cant leave the crib with out my stick bitch i gotta play it safe
I done ran off on niggas I done upped in niggas face told little bro its Christmas I just set another play
Rich done snatched a nigga rollie took the buffs off his face no Tay-K but this drake a make a nigga do the race
Aint no prints on them shells so they had to close the case yeah we slid back to back but we had to change the place
Rolling woods out the zip naw I dont play with eighths nigga up a heat on me and all you see is yellow tape
How you sliding?
Glocks, drakes and choppas in the whip (up in the whip)
Run in his crib and rearrange this nigga shit (his whole shit)
We aint driving by we walking up this bitch (skrrrr)
And my clip way bigger than yours
How you sliding?
Chops, glocks and extendos with the clips (uhhh)
Fuck hitting you we gone paint yo whole clique (his whole clique)
Pull yo card we gone show you niggas bitch (you a bitch)
And my clip way bigger than yours
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Writer(s): Cory Marshall
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