[Intro]
*It's Koncept P, tha 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
Yea, grab the stick, grab the stick, hit and stank em
I'm gon' road kill a b*tch, you know I'm gon' stank em
Yea, 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!!!*