Slide lyrics

[Intro: ZackTV, FBG Duck and Rico Recklezz]
My reporters told me they seent the post you posted 'bout Rico Recklezz, what's yo feelin's about him?
Man, f*ck Rico Recklezz
The n*gga a clown bro
He all up on interviews, talkin' 'bout some he smokin' big Tooka and I was a b*tch in the county, bro
You know n*ggas say that sh*t
Where Rico Recklezz right now right now
He gon' have to deal with the consequences when we come over
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout
I feel like y'all sometimes be forcin' my hand with this sh*t
Everytime I make a song they be like he talkin' 'bout you
Like no the f*ck he ain't
All this Brick and Tooka smokin'
Ain't nobody pull up on me
Ain't nobody slide on me

[Chorus]
It's a real n*gga party, no the f*ck it ain't
Foenem off the drank, smokin' dead n*gga stank
You ain't got no rank, shoot the thirty 'til it clank
Free my brothers out the clank
And your shooter f*ckin' jank, damn
Smokin' Tooka all way to the bank
I can't make this sh*t up, shoot you in your face, damn
And your b*tch know how my di*k taste
n*ggas say they gangsta, I'm crackin' treys and droppin' rakes
'Cause if you really slide, how the f*ck your brother died then?
Pop out, why the f*ck your ass inside then?
Shoot up every f*ckin' car you ridin' in
Every time they say my name, somebody die again

[Verse 1]
You don't wanna hear that brrat
Where was ya at when Brick got whacked?
He ain't even have a strap
Couldn't even clap back
Goofy n*gga lackin', now he just another pack, ugh
Just served an old lady I went to church with
She used to call my phone when the first hit
How you a killer, you froze up on your first hit
How you a real n*gga and you hangin' with a snitch?
b*tch n*ggas just rappin', acting tough
All your homies dead, n*gga, turn the f*ck up
Guns on Instagram, but in real life ain't shoot nothin'
Still up in Chiraq, smokin' Tooka, countin' money, b*tch

[Chorus]
It's a real n*gga party, no the f*ck it ain't
Foenem off the drank, smokin' dead n*gga stank
You ain't got no rank, shoot the thirty 'til it clank
Free my brothers out the clank
And your shooter f*ckin' jank, damn
Smokin' Tooka all way to the bank
I can't make this sh*t up, shoot you in your face, damn
And your b*tch know how my di*k taste
n*ggas say they gangsta, I'm crackin' treys and droppin' rakes
'Cause if you really slide, how the f*ck your brother died then?
Pop out, why the f*ck your ass inside then?
Shoot up every f*ckin' car you ridin' in
Every time they say my name, somebody die again

[Verse 2]
They be like "Recklezz, why you smack folks in the store?"
sh*t n*gga, I don't know but he lucky I ain't blow
Shoutout Ill Will, knocked out Mikey at the show
And I'm rollin' off the mid, gettin' throat from his ho
n*ggas say the fame made me change up on my guys
Stop with all the lies, them n*ggas weren't my guys
First ones to testify up on the homicide
b*tch I'm renegade, so it's f*ck every side
b*tch I'm droppin' rakes, and I'm crackin' treys
Trappin' everyday, b*tch I'm makin' plays
Rusty 38's, Russian AK's
Smokin' Russian Cream and dead opps to the face, b*tch

[Chorus]
It's a real n*gga party, no the f*ck it ain't
Foenem off the drank, smokin' dead n*gga stank
You ain't got no rank, shoot the thirty 'til it clank
Free my brothers out the clank
And your shooter f*ckin' jank, damn
Smokin' Tooka all way to the bank
I can't make this sh*t up, shoot you in your face, damn
And your b*tch know how my di*k taste
n*ggas say they gangsta, I'm crackin' treys and droppin' rakes
'Cause if you really slide, how the f*ck your brother died then?
Pop out, why the f*ck your ass inside then?
Shoot up every f*ckin' car you ridin' in
Every time they say my name, somebody die again