Sliding Fast

Bitch, don't mention me when I'm dead
And you niggas is the fucking feds, get up close and hit his head
Spray they block and then we fled
Sliding fast up in that srt, with no control on
We damn near slid and hit a tree
We ain't never ducking beef nigga long live Dee
Got Forty in my heat Black mask and Black Timbs not Batman, we robbin' him
Hit the road I need them Ms, just need my Glock you know I'm him
Told that bitch I really love her and that bitch she still left
If I sense any danger I go to clutchin' on my TEC
And these niggas really pussy pull then I leave 'em wet
And I pull up like a Diaper, only hit above the neck
Soon as I check the news they say "another opp got stretched"
And his mama at the funeral and she cryin', like a ho
They just gave her ass the dove, tell that bitch to let it go
In the freezer where he go man
I dropped all my hoes, just to get a ho then the bitch she left
Next time I see that ho she gettin' stretched
I only aim for the head, so no point in that vest
If you can say "I'm your man" then lil' bitch just know you blessed
Step out the house in my trap-fit just like a newborn I'm feeling fresh

Bitch, don't mention me when I'm dead
And you niggas is the fucking feds, get up close and hit his head
Spray they block and then we fled
Sliding fast up in that srt, with no control on we damn near slid and hit a tree
We aint never ducking beef nigga long live Dee
Got Forty in my heat Black mask and Black Timbs not Batman, we robbin' him

If you got cheese you gettin' poked, I just think that you should know
So it's best to keep your pole
Run in his house, I'm in and out can't be caught moving slow
I'd give the world to my ho, but I just find it crazy, how these hoes call every nigga "Bro"
I'm too insecure, I ain't going for that shit lil' ho
Feel like I'm underrated all the shit I do ain't talked about
With this rap shit trying to make it out, if not then I'ma run in his trap, everybody on the floor like a mat
Play crazy I'm blowin' the Mac, I'm too sneaky, he caught them hollow shells and he ain't see me
No Nyquil but them Hollows sleeped 'em
I feel like Polo 'cause I'm too turnt and I never cared
If I catch a nigga lackin' he ain't even gettin' spared
High Speed chase, sport mode, foot on the gas, get out of there

Bitch, don't mention me when I'm dead
And you niggas is the fucking feds, get up close and hit his head
Spray they block and then we fled
Sliding fast up in that srt, with no control on
We damn near slid and hit a tree
We ain't never ducking beef nigga long live Dee
Got Forty in my heat Black mask and Black Timbs not Batman, we robbin' him
Hit the road I need them Ms, just need my Glock you know I'm him

Ayy, people gon' always talk down on you but it's on you too stay strong
(Gang)



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Writer(s): Baby Gee
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