Lyrics
(Grahh, slide, Grahh, slide, slide)
Huh
(What?, What?, What?)
I heard a opp nigga was lackin' heard he stay right down da block
Up the Glock right to his face (Huh what?)
I bet he run right out his sock
I got da Sig
I got da Glock
We split his wig
We hit his top
That .223
It make em drop
Bitch ask da city (Bitch ask the city) what we got cause we got
Bitch we got mac 11s & .223 lil bitch don't come outside (Yea)
It's time to slide
I slip my finger on the trigger, bitch you gone die (You gone die)
I hop 'N' the V & I'm lovin' the thrill
It's Novaa & Kap we known for drills
Bitch grab the pills & lean let's crack the seal
Hand Novaa the Glock, he goin for kill
Then we bend through the block
Uh, Got a G-23 wit' extendo on the Glock
Ha, I shoot till it's hot, squeeze on the Glock (Fah)
Fah I feel like I'm Flock (I'm flock)
Blick up 'N' the party, get me started, bitch I'm off that Molly
Walk up 'N' the party, don't get me started
(Bitch) bitch I'm off Bacardi (Huh)
Bookoo drugs just like John Gotti
We catch a opp soul left his body (Left his body)
New ARP this not a shotty
I blow the Glock a nigga try me (Glock, Grahh, Grahh)
We bend through block catch opps for fun
This ain't no golf put Hole-N-One
Kap swing the stick I know you done (Done)
Just got a new Glock & it came with a bun (came wit' a Bun)
I up wit' that fye & that nigga was stunned
Forest Gump how that fuck nigga run (Fuck nigga run)
17 shots bitch it came 'N' my gun
When I shoot at yo' top make a fuck nigga run
1 false move, his toe get tag
This ho ass bitch ain't got no dad (No dad)
Ran em down he wasn't fast (Fast)
Bitch suck me good right through the glass (Right though the glass)
If you ain't talkin' bout no money bitch don't hit my line
I put 3 bands up on my wrist, spent 4 racks on his mind