Sliding Freestyle

[Intro]
You know what the fuck it is, man
Slide 'em, slide 'em off that shit, you heard me?
It's fuck a nigga, you know?
Yeah, Youngan standing on you bitch-ass niggas neck
Ruff Wayy shit, nigga, two times on gang

[Verse]
Fuck that, he gon' get stepped for tryin' to flex like you with it
Light your ass up like a lamp, the Draco hold more than fifty
This shit ridiculous how they hate me bad in my own city
It's prolly 'cause they bullshittin', I'm the sickest who did it
Clutchin forty Glocks, thirty eight's, and we got Smittys
Got the drum on the cutter, this bitch look like a titty
Pull up on you all in traffic, we gon' do 'em like Biggie
One to the chest, two to the neck and then put three in your fitted
How the fuck you been a killer, if you ain't never been killin'?
How the fuck you say you steppin'? Bitch, that ain't how you livin'
Shooter wet your ass up and now you gon' need a shimmy
Hit your block, remove the lights and play scratch off in the hemi
And, bitch, I step good like two pairs of tennis, spend in your section with my weapon
Let you have twenty, them lil' revolvers ain't enough
You better have semis up and buss your brain with that thang
And leave half missin', stab my back and look in my face
And then they laugh in it, your team soft
They got a circle full of crabs in it
Fuck your bitch from the back, she like when I dab in it
Punch the dick all in her stomach, she like when I jab in it
One step ahead, I gotta keep them hoes out of my mix
Thuggin' with all your racks, we prolly posted up in the bricks
It ain't no lackin', bitch, we packin', strapped up with them sticks
Shit get tragic, don't play Madden, but we sendin' 'em blitz
Tonight we slidin', don't give a fuck about who ridin'
Affiliated with steppers, all of my niggas violent
Lay down and take the lick, I swear all of my niggas silent, bitch
We clutchin' on them rockets, hope you don't get out here body
Say they want smoke, but when they get real, they cop out
Runnin' with hard heads, most of my steppers some drop outs
Hop in the foreign famous, one button and then top off
Pour a deuce in my soda, this shit finna have me knocked out
You say it's up, bitch, when I catch you, it's gon' go down
Switchin' from lane to lane, clutchin' that thang, gotta slow down
Yeah, it's a stick up, pick your lip up and put your nose down
Red clear the business, better yet, hit you from the throat down