Slidin' Tonight

Marco bring that shit back
Yeah yeah Huh huh huh it's 5ive
Yeah huh bitch you don't play it
How we play it yeah

Infared to his head
Clear the scene after he dead
I can't talk bout murder
Might get picked up by the feds
This nigga like he scared
Bitch you don't play it how we play it
Whip down wit dat choppa
Send that nigga to his grave
It go like grab a pole
Kick a door
You know we want fucking smoke
We might just run to pocket tonight
You screaming ana
But this hammer gone bring cancer
Pour some lean up in a Fanta
Cause my youngin just skrt off with his life

We might just run your pockets tonight
I send KD and he gone slime cause he my slime
these other niggas ain't my kind
And fuck a bitch she ain't my spine
I be dolo
brand new glizzy brand new stolo
Stick and poles we on go I'm in it when it's fucking smoke
a menace ain't no time to joke its 5ive
You pussy niggas know
He dissing I'ma wipe his nose
Trey 5th gone close the casket doors
Seen his name in paperwork he quiet
Cause he got exposed
blast off like I'm harden with this
Rocket I'm gone hit da goal
all these bitch ass niggas wann' be street but you be in yo home
I be tucking shots giving out shells
They end up in yo dome
If I grab that Choppa it's a problem
Better leave me lone

Yeah bitch ass nigga we out here spinning bends nigga
Fuck you mean nigga
Big K's nigga Kick door shit nigga
You know how I'm fucking Mobbin
Nigga

Infared to his head
Clear the scene after he dead
I can't talk bout murder
Might get picked up by the feds
This nigga like he scared
Bitch you don't play it how we play it
Whip down wit dat choppa
Send that nigga to his grave
It go like grab a pole
Kick a door
You know we want fucking smoke
We might just run to pocket tonight
You screaming ana
But this hammer gone bring cancer
Pour some lean up in a Fanta
Cause my youngin just skrt off with his life



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Writer(s): Terrell Frederick
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