[Chorus]
If we slidin', n***as dyin', with that violence, I ain't lyin'
Don't believe me, come and try, n***a
Caught him slippin', perfect timin', when he dissed me, he was typin'
What's up with all that writin', n***a?
With the shootin' and the fightin', got em fryin'
Best friends with a dyke 'cause we don't like you n***as
The money callin', I'm excited, flyin' private with the gang
N***a, chains, I'm doin' life with n***as

[Verse 1]
N***as dyin' if we slidin', hit your block with what's behind me
Click, clack, bang, the glizzy flyin'
Glizzy with a stick on it, the glizzy poppin'
Caught him slippin', we weren't tryna hide it, sick, stick to hidin'
Your gang can't hang with me, I should divide it
Gangstеr on the internet, but hе a whole bitch in private
Wake up, get fucked, then I get deposits
He's a broke boy 'cause he don't get the process
Four-hundred milli', that's a must, n***a
No, I don't trust n***as, so I got a trust, n***a (Ayy)
Plus the crib plush, n***a
Seven-hundred horsepower, left 'em in the dust, n***a (Ayy)
See an opp and get a rush, n***a
Somethin' wrong with me, really, what the fuck is up, n***a?
Beefin' with a rapper, but he suck, n***a
I'm like the goose, when you see me, better duck, n***a
[Chorus]
If we slidin', n***as dyin', with that violence, I ain't lyin'
Don't believe me, come and try, n***a
Caught him slippin', perfect timin', when he dissed me, he was typin'
What's up with all that writin', n***a?
With the shootin' and the fightin', got em fryin'
Best friends with a dyke 'cause we don't like you n***as
The money callin', I'm excited, flyin' private with the gang
N***a, chains, I'm doin' life with n***as

[Verse 2]
I'm in the streets where n***as be
A hundred-thousand, it's on me, I move around like I'm OG
You bitches, you ain't shit to me
And you n***as, you ain't shit to me, you'll never be a nick to me
All my mans dyin' and it's a victory
Ballin' now with my n***a, send a check, we split the fee
N***as tryna re-write history
Claimin' he's a n***a in my city, he's a mystery
Fuck it, hit the light to the trunk
Quick fast, got to pump, do 'em sad, sad as fuck
The opps trash, bag 'em up
His bitch bad, bad as fuck, slaughter gang, stab her up
I'm on some whole other drip now
The AP Plain Jane, but I bust your bitch down
Ridin' with the bros and we got blicks out
Real street n***a, over me, they gon' spin out
[Chorus]
If we slidin', n***as dyin', with that violence, I ain't lyin'
Don't believe me, come and try, n***a
Caught him slippin', perfect timin', when he dissed me, he was typin'
What's up with all that writin', n***a?
With the shootin' and the fightin', got em fryin'
Best friends with a dyke 'cause we don't like you n***as
The money callin', I'm excited, flyin' private with the gang
N***a, chains, I'm doin' life with n***as

[Outro]
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