slide! (feat. Steve Turbo)
Wartime we catch us a opp tho
Flip at his top
Leave his brains out for the Lord
Stick to this rap shit
This ain't no cap bitch
Pull up
Hit him in this back
Y'all niggas jus talk for the net tho
When we pull up y'all scatter like rats
Got to get to this bag no freeload
She sucking my dick man that's all in my lingo
Call up my brothers you know that they sliding
Leaving your body like pasta
Then it's back to the block to reload them blickys
We gonna spin on they shit like some choppers
Run up on me lil nigga you bugging
Get hit with like 3 automatics
Got Mister in the back he serving that rock
Fa walk down hit you in your top
When I call KaBandz he already on the block
RLS media, we right on the top
Disrespect me get tied like a mf knot
Fucking your bitch and a nigga can't stop
Watch how we popout put him in the ground
Shit look like a knockout
Sipping dusse' shit got me so lazy
Married to the game now it's back to the basics
These niggas they sweet
They sweet like syrup reverse his body
Get hit that's a come up
Was all in the field
Was doing them drills
Got hit now I want the whole world killed
LH I'm next up
Sleeping on me get your bread up
Go hard I feel like a boss
Smoking SiBone it go right to the heart
And my brother right he really shark
Slideeee Boommmm!
Bitch I threw the bandz in the louie v duffle
This bitch got a lazer so why would I tussle?
He want some smoke so we sending him under
They came thru here twice so I grip on this thunder
Jump in the v tap his bumper we hawk em
If they spin out, let off, white chalk em
If he still breathing yk Ima walk em
Gkaaz in the cut with the mac for precaution
I'm on top no I can not be under man
Talk crazy get hit with this thunder man
Spin thru ya block, we scurt in a cullinan
Me and Taj and Gkaaz and my other mans
I put the racks in the safe like a hunnit bandz
Bitch I call up the plug for a hunnit grams
Forgiatos I call that a dirty lamb
Hit from the back yeah that bitch she a dirty fan
Call up K bandz and he shooting with accuracy
We not alone bitch I call up the calvary
Spin thru his block with a mask and I'm packing heat
Shoot at his legs bitch we calling him happy feet
Shot up his block now it look like a master piece
Stay with the pole hope the feds don't come after me
Bitch I do it all so they calling me master p
This tec got a drum so I'm causing a casualty
Flip at his top
Leave his brains out for the Lord
Stick to this rap shit
This ain't no cap bitch
Pull up
Hit him in this back
Y'all niggas jus talk for the net tho
When we pull up y'all scatter like rats
Got to get to this bag no freeload
She sucking my dick man that's all in my lingo
Call up my brothers you know that they sliding
Leaving your body like pasta
Then it's back to the block to reload them blickys
We gonna spin on they shit like some choppers
Run up on me lil nigga you bugging
Get hit with like 3 automatics
Got Mister in the back he serving that rock
Fa walk down hit you in your top
When I call KaBandz he already on the block
RLS media, we right on the top
Disrespect me get tied like a mf knot
Fucking your bitch and a nigga can't stop
Watch how we popout put him in the ground
Shit look like a knockout
Sipping dusse' shit got me so lazy
Married to the game now it's back to the basics
These niggas they sweet
They sweet like syrup reverse his body
Get hit that's a come up
Was all in the field
Was doing them drills
Got hit now I want the whole world killed
LH I'm next up
Sleeping on me get your bread up
Go hard I feel like a boss
Smoking SiBone it go right to the heart
And my brother right he really shark
Slideeee Boommmm!
Bitch I threw the bandz in the louie v duffle
This bitch got a lazer so why would I tussle?
He want some smoke so we sending him under
They came thru here twice so I grip on this thunder
Jump in the v tap his bumper we hawk em
If they spin out, let off, white chalk em
If he still breathing yk Ima walk em
Gkaaz in the cut with the mac for precaution
I'm on top no I can not be under man
Talk crazy get hit with this thunder man
Spin thru ya block, we scurt in a cullinan
Me and Taj and Gkaaz and my other mans
I put the racks in the safe like a hunnit bandz
Bitch I call up the plug for a hunnit grams
Forgiatos I call that a dirty lamb
Hit from the back yeah that bitch she a dirty fan
Call up K bandz and he shooting with accuracy
We not alone bitch I call up the calvary
Spin thru his block with a mask and I'm packing heat
Shoot at his legs bitch we calling him happy feet
Shot up his block now it look like a master piece
Stay with the pole hope the feds don't come after me
Bitch I do it all so they calling me master p
This tec got a drum so I'm causing a casualty
Credits
Writer(s): Tajamir Boykins
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Other Album Tracks
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.