Slidin lyrics

[Intro]
(It's Koncept P, the beat knockin’)

[Verse 1]
You can look me in my eyes, you can see the anger
I got murder on my mind when I fill the chamber
Yeah, grab the stick, grab the stick, hit and stank 'em
I'ma road kill a b*tch, you know I’m gon' stank 'em
Yeah, the opps be talkin sh*t, but they know what we be 'bout
I'm-I'm gon' park down the street and wait for him to walk out
40-40 Glock, extendo, fist fight, gun play
I told Lit Yoshi hit em in the face cause that's the best way...

[Chorus]
(Blatt, pow, pow, pow) And you know that we be slidin’ (slidin)
(Blatt, pow, pow, pow) And you know your n*ggas dying (dying)
(Blatt, pow, pow, pow) Yea, we got your mama crying (crying)
(Blatt, pow, pow, pow) And that’s on Gang, b*tch we slidin' (That’s on Gang, b*tch!)

(Blatt, pow, pow, pow) And you know that we be slidin' (slidin)
(Blatt, pow, pow, pow) And you know your n*ggas dying (dying)
(Blatt, pow, pow, pow) Yea, we got your mama crying (crying)
(Blatt, pow, pow, pow) And that's on Gang, b*tch we slidin'

[Verse 2]
I got a bunch of grandma killers hoppin out these tinted rentals (bow, bow, bow)
Hollows rippin through your wooded house, tryna give you splinters (grrrrr)
F-F-f*ck with me and you gon’ lay, and I don't speak about no beef (I swear to God)
I drop a bag on your head, and that's how my n*ggas eat (blatt)
I shot em with my left hand, but I'm better with the right (better with the right)
Yea, Free Tha Landlord, get you rolled off with a kite
He-He had dissed me on the gram, my n*ggas asking what's the price (ahh)
You never know how we be comin', might just slide on a bike (grrrr)...
[Chorus]
(Blatt, pow, pow, pow) And you know that we be slidin' (slidin)
(Blatt, pow, pow, pow) And you know your n*ggas dying (dying)
(Blatt, pow, pow, pow) Yea, we got your mama crying (crying)
(Blatt, pow, pow, pow) And that's on Gang, b*tch we slidin' (That's on Gang, b*tch!)

(Blatt, pow, pow, pow) And you know that we be slidin' (slidin)
(Blatt, pow, pow, pow) And you know your n*ggas dying (dying)
(Blatt, pow, pow, pow) Yea, we got your mama crying (crying)
(Blatt, pow, pow, pow) And that's on Gang, b*tch we slidin'

(And you know that we be slidin'
And you know your n*ggas dying
Yea, we got your mama crying
And that's on Gang, b*tch we slidin')
*That's on Gang, b*tch!!!*