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* Gunshots *

(Intro)
On the set, if I catch one of them niggas, im burning blood
Aye, he over there right now
What you mean nigga
Yeah they over there right now
Well shit nigga im en route nigga
Lets get brackin, lets go and slide
Whoop

(Chorus)
We slide on shit daily
100 enemigos, I gotta keep it on me
Cuz I know they wanna take me
Mama asked me what I’m doing, I’ma tell her I don’t know
But I’m doing what will pay me
I came out the gutter with a lot
No lie and I can’t let it break me
My whole team shooters but the Ops still trippin
So we slide on shit daily

(Verse 1)
And we the reason for ya dead homies
Glock 40 extendo with infrared on it
Well known in the city for putting hell on em
Pistol rackin with Ks, we put a L on em
Curtsies in the set, that’s no respect
Kickin over ya candles with no regret
We sendin bullets, you niggas is sending threats
Im the shoota, my driver a junglette
And she’ll hop out too, nigga that’s mando
If you ain't slidin, tell me what you bang the land for
Everybody in the camp go
Gotta handle ya scandle or ride, what you playin for
Clique smoke like Newports, we bout that
Shells jump out the toolie and leave him held back
Tryin to slide through the jungles, nigga I doubt that
My homies bustin with choppas, and make ya fall back

(Chorus)
We slide on shit daily
100 enemigos, I gotta keep it on me
Cuz I know they wanna take me
Mama asked me what I’m doing, I’ma tell her I don’t know
But I’m doing what will pay me
I came out the gutter with a lot
No lie and I can’t let it break me
My whole team shooters but the Ops still trippin
So we slide on shit daily

(Verse 2)
Tell them niggas play ball, we at the park with it
Put something hot in ya glove for being hard headed
Keep a gun in possession, cuz that’s the law with it
Really its simple, you get chalked or get tossed with it
Court room or the casket, you can pick one
Know one of hittas, you active, but you ain't tip nothing
And do ya time like a gangsta, you get picked up
You hit the yard full of ops, nigga don’t switch up
Chest out and chin up
Burpees and chin-us
Bang on a nigga, if he trippin he get tipped up
J pick him out, and Jack Flaps tell him get up
Solid like stone, never fold like a sit-up
Hop out, chase him down like no goodie
Infant Rad give no passes to no nigga
Lil Fefe to Baby Stonie, and Gorilla
In the alley smoking killa with E-Chilla

(Chorus)
We slide on shit daily
100 enemigos, I gotta keep it on me
Cuz I know they wanna take me
Mama asked me what I’m doing, I’ma tell her I don’t know
But I’m doing what will pay me
I came out the gutter with a lot
No lie and I can’t let it break me
My whole team shooters but the Ops still trippin
So we slide on shit daily