Slide, Pt. 2

[Intro: Ahkdaclicka]
Bitch-ass nigga man
Paranoid-ass man
That's the type of nigga to tippin' man
Smoke your brother you ain't tryna slide?
Nigga y'all know I'm tryna slide nigga
This that Slide Pt. 2 Tonn on with this bitch with me nigga
Aye 2lit, wassup nigga?
Aye rest in peace Rico man
Rest in peace [?]
Aye long live Lil Tom

[Verse 1: Ahkdaclicka]
I got on blue in the stu' like I'm crippin'
She was my girl now she turn to a stripper
Use to get high, now she gone off the liquor
That was my man now he gone off the dipper
Plug hit the work dojo, kung-fu
Use to fight the opps get hit with a one-two
Now you get hit with this Glock 22
Niggas ain't really got heart
Bitch-ass rappers [?]
Bitch I ain't callin' no truce
Once it's up then it's stuck
Slide through, in the truck
He saw the ARP, he was stuck
Damn, why your man leave you? They got the fuck
Bitch on my dick, she on my nuts
That boy [?], get the same bitch set him up
Me and 2lit gon' creep, wet him up
Spin the south, lil' ass boy better go in that house
Niggas be tippin' they turn to a mouse
Niggas be hidin' use to sleep on my couch
We get the addy we wiping them out
Plug call my phone when he shippin' it out
Plug got a daughter my dick in her mouth
Niggas be cap 'til I'm outside they house
Revolver problem solved, Django six shots let's get it in
Niggas ain't really tryna spin 'em bins
I lost my men, not no fuckin' friends
We ain't got the same mother but that is my kin
Bitches on dick, aye Giz', aye nigga, let's get it in
We spin the bin, we spin the bin
We hit your granny your bitch or your men

[Break: Ahkdaclicka & Tonn2lit]
Aye 2lit man, aye wassup nigga
Aye I'm feelin' real good ready to get it in, yeah, yeah
Alright then nigga go 'head get it in

[Verse 2: Tonn2lit & Ahkdaclicka]
Uh, I'm from Yo block
Shit gettin' short-stopped
[?] just came in full of G-locks
Accurate shots to his top make him Diddy Bop
If she tryna fuck, then she gotta kick rocks
If I get in that pussy, I'm goin' nonstop
I pop a Perc' and get high as a tree-top
I fuck that bitch in my Reeboks
Only online, that's where we see opps
Hop in the blow car
We fishin' your block
I'm from the Yo block, shit gettin' short-stopped
I'm on every corner like a stop sign
I see my opp, then I won't stop firing
They post on the 'Gram, throwing up gang signs
I really live the life I write in my rhymes
If I do the crime then I'm doin' the time
And we spin that bin and that nigga he dyin'
Yeah nigga, free all the good men, bitch
Long live the guys
Yeah!