Real Sliders

[Intro: Sheemy]
Ah, baow, baow
Word to my dead, like
This my last track dissin' niggas, like
Pussy-ass niggas, word to my mother, like
Niggas gotta get back, what the fuck? (Grrah)

[Chorus: Sheemy]
Oh, he tried to run to his death?
Ain't no gettin' away out of breath (Baow, baow)
I keep clickin' 'til I'm goin' deaf
Like, TG got lucky, should've died on the steps (Should've died on the steps, K on the beat)
Fuck dissin', but I'm fessed
Fuck DP, he got left (Fuck DP)
DP sliders, we got stretched (Nxtro, you too turnt up)
Let me check on the boy, somethin' yet, like, damn

[Verse 1: Sheemy]
Y'all thought I was done with the dissin'
But I guess that these niggas don't listen (Niggas don't learn)
Mans just died, went missin'
And none of mine died, is you shittin'? (But none of mine dead)
Like, let me just run into Vechy, last drill, yeah, I threw me a ten piece (Word to bro)
So many shots, left the clip on empty
Noah can't speak what we did out that renty (Shh)
Like, these niggas be cappin' for views
Nigga said that they seen me and threw (Niggas just cappin')
Word to my deads, yeah, they got me confused
'Cause the last nigga flocked got put on the news
Like, Vechy was duckin' with mommy
You forgot? Almost died in the lobby
If that was me, would've caught me a body
Like, niggas ain't stupid, they dumb if they try me
So I don't know why these niggas on dick
Like Vucki, I ride with a stick
Lil' 80 got poked in his hip
Like, TG got shot, got lined by a bitch (Got lined by a thot)
I'm a demon, I stay out the mix
Two twin chops, just me and bro sticks
Can't come around if you dont got a hip
'Cause that's word to my deads, I done upped it and flicked (Like, word to my dead)

[Chorus: Sheemy & Mula Gzz]
Oh, he tried to run to his death?
Ain't no gettin' away out of breath
I keep clickin' 'til I'm goin' deaf
Like, TG got lucky, should've died on the steps (K on the beat)
Fuck dissin', but I'm fessed
Fuck DP, he got left
DP sliders, we got stretched (Nxtro, you too turnt up)
Let me check on the boy, somethin' yet, like damn (Oh my God)

[Verse 2: Mula Gzz]
On the 8s, where the fuck is LS? (Where he at?)
Time to show these niggas how we step (Like what?)
Heard that DP got hit all in his chest (Baow, baow)
Yes, nigga, we do it the best (Like, damn)
Hop out, I'ma go through with the TEC (Like what?)
Nigga, we do it the best (Baow, baow)
Hop out, I'ma go through with the TEC (Grraow, like, go, like, go)
Oh, they wanna link? Say that (Say that)
EBK, let's go flock on a Maybach (Like, EBK)
Fuck Daequan, I wasn't gonna say that (DP)
Trippy, niggas know my niggas made that (Trippy)
If he voice, I turn him to a ghost (Damn)
EBK all my niggas know (Baow, baow)
At 300, never was a joke (Baow, baow)
And free AI and Relly, left me all alone (Baow, baow, baow)
Me and Sheemy got sticky with us (We got who?)
TG got hit, how the fuck he get up? (How the fuck he get up?)
Damn, nigga should've been a blunt (Like what?)
Fuck it, we gon' roll the DP up (DP)
Vechy keep dissin', he ain't get enough (He what?)
This time, he ain't gon' get to duck (Grraow, grraow)
Free 730, nigga kinda dumb (Free 30)
Like, he gon' bring the switchy or the drum (Baow, baow)