Free Slyde lyrics

[Intro]
It's recording?
(Sparky made it slap)
On God
Ayy, n*gga, keep doing your sh*t, cousin, on mamas
n*gga, stepping on these n*ggas, n*gga, on gang, you know
You f*cking with it, n*gga
Man, free Slyde, sh*t, n*gga, still holding it down, n*gga
Keeping it solid, n*gga
On mamas, n*gga
n*gga, I love you, n*gga
On God
I love you too
Ayy, my cuddie ru
Bust for you
Ayy, this chopper bugaboo

[Verse 1]
Ayy, free Slyde from behind them brick walls (Free Slyde)
This chopper go nuts, got big balls
The clip hella long, yeah, the stick tall (Stick tall)
I don't f*ck with you, my name in your missed calls (Ayy)
p*ssing on the homie grave got me p*ssed off (p*ssed off)
Slide through the sucker sh*t and let that stick off (Let that stick off)
What's up with the deuce? That's that Ridge talk (What's up, deuce?)
Take me off the GPS, y'all let Nick off (Free Nick)
Whеn we hit them n*ggas' block, we can't find n*ggas (Find n*ggas)
Spin it likе a DVD and rewind, n*gga (Rewind, n*gga)
Outside like the sun, that's why we shine, n*gga (That's why we shine, n*gga)
b*tches love lil' Bris, he a fine n*gga (Fine n*gga)
Yeah, they see I'm going up, they wanna see me down (See me down)
A n*gga going up, but I'm pinkies down (Pinkies down)
We don't eat the shells you see on the ground (See on the ground)
b*tch, I run my bity, king of the town
[Chorus]
You ain't know it's True Story, we don't Shakespeare (We don't Shakespeare)
My baby shooter sick, he keep a K near (Keep a K near)
Lil' Bris got pride problems, yeah, he can't fear (I can't fear)
Probably jump up out your bushes like a reindeer
When you hear that pa-pa-pa, it's gon' keep going (Pa-pa-pa)
b*tch suck my c*ck, I tell her keep going (Keep going)
I'm headed to the top, but I'm gon' keep goin (I'ma keep going)
Thirty hanging out the Glock, it's gon' keep showing (Gon' keep showing)

[Verse 2]
When them n*ggas killed my brother, had to get me pole (Ayy, give me pole)
Plus I'm doing songs and these videos (And these videos)
This ain't ballerina, n*gga, tippy-toe (Tippy-toe)
I can't trust a soul, lil' bitty hoe (Uh-uh)
You ain't dive in the funk, you did a belly flop (Belly flop)
Trapping in the spot, got the telly hot (Got the telly hot)
Dumbbell filled with shots, this a heavy Glock (It's a heavy Glock)
I ain't talking bout a drop, took off his Chevy top (Pa-pa-pa)
I'm f*cking everybody b*tch, I think your b*tch next (b*tch next)
Put my whole di*k in her, didn't have a inch left (Have a inch left)
I'm flexing on these n*ggas like I bench press (Like I bench press)
If you ain't moving right, then you gon get left
I'ma pull off on a b*tch, you hear that skrrt (Uh-uh, skrrt)
Then pull back on her and get her purse (Get her purse)
Dropped out of school 'cause n*ggas nerds (n*ggas nerds)
I'll do the drill, just say the word (Say the word)
[Chorus]
You ain't know it's True Story, we don't Shakespeare (We don't Shakespeare)
My baby shooter sick, he keep a K near (Keep a K near)
Lil' Bris got pride problems, yeah, he can't fear (I can't fear)
Probably jump up out your bushes like a reindeer
When you hear that pa-pa-pa, it's gon' keep going (Pa-pa-pa)
b*tch suck my c*ck, I tell her keep going (Keep going)
I'm headed to the top, but I'm gon' keep goin (I'ma keep going)
Thirty hanging out the Glock, it's gon' keep showing (Gon' keep showing)