Skrrt & Slide

[Intro: YB Nemy]
Yeah… BeatDrilla got this bitch jumpin’
YB Nemy in this muhfucka
Kruz Savage, let’s talk to ‘em
Ayy—Skrrt! Boom! Slide out, bitch!

[Chorus: YB Nemy]
Skrrt & slide on a opp like a runway
Glock on my hip, I don’t do what the punks say
Spin through his block broad day like it’s gunplay
Talkin’ that shit, get his dumbass slumped way (Boom!)
Skrrt & slide, masked up in the backseat
Scope on the stick, we don’t aim where the vest be
Bitch, I’m a menace, I slide where the threats be
Caught his ass lackin’, now he posted on a death tweet (Haha!)

[Verse 1: YB Nemy]
Chopper got kick, make a grown man tumble
Still in the field with the steel, no fumble
Ridin’ with Kruz, got drums in the bundle
Opps talk loud till they block go crumble (GRRAH!)
I was outside with the demons lurkin’
Posted on corners, my fingers hurtin’
Clutchin’ that pole when I see ‘em swervin’
Hop out, unload—leave his whole hood hurtin’
All of that woofin’ online get tragic
Real life come and that Glock get active
Pop at his dome, leave a brainless caption
We don’t do talk, just guns and action

[Verse 2: Kruz Savage]
Ayy, skrrt in the whip, two poles, no Lyft
Glock with a switch, make a grown bitch twitch
Tried to run fast, but the drum got grip
Now his homies all cryin’, got tagged and flipped
Savage, I’m known for the hell-raise hits
Never tuck shit, let it bang in the mix
Pull up on feet, broad day, no tricks
Leave a opp faceless like Photoshop pics
Runnin' from smoke? Hell naw, we run into it
Tried to slide back? Whole car got ruined
I don’t do threats, I just get to the shootin’
Catch me outside with the MAC like I’m boomin’

[Chorus: YB Nemy & Kruz Savage]
(YB Nemy)
Skrrt & slide on a opp like a runway
Glock on my hip, I don’t do what the punks say
Spin through his block broad day like it’s gunplay
Talkin’ that shit, get his dumbass slumped way (Boom!)

(Kruz Savage)
Skrrt & slide, masked up in the backseat
Scope on the stick, we don’t aim where the vest be
I’m with Nemy, bitch, we live where the death be
Opps keep dyin’, so they cryin’ in they group chat messy

[Verse 3: YB Nemy]
Hop out, walk up—two shots to his temple
Young wild nigga with the mind of a mental
Never been scared, I don’t do sentimental
Bodies drop quick when the tool get essential
Grew up with wolves and the rats and the jackals
Learned real fast not to move like a tackle
Say the wrong word, end up dead in a shackle
Ain’t no remorse when we loadin’ that satchel

[Outro: Kruz Savage]
Skrrt & slide, bitch, that’s how we livin’
Every new day got a whole new victim
Keep sayin' opps, but they turn into rhythm
Boom-boom-boom, now the gang got dinner