Free Slyde

It's recording?

(Sparky made it slap, nigga)

On God

Ayy, nigga, keep doing your shit, cousin, on mamas

Nigga, stepping on these nigga's, nigga, on gang, you know

You fucking with it, nigga

Man, free Slyde, shit, nigga, still holding it down, nigga

Keeping it solid, nigga

On mamas, nigga

Nigga, I love you, nigga

On God

I love you too

Ayy, my cuddie ru

Bust for you

Ayy, this chopper bugaboo

Ayy, free Slyde from behind them brick walls (free Slyde)

This chopper go nuts, got big balls

The clip hella long, yeah, the stick tall (stick tall)

I don't fuck with you, my name in your missed calls (ayy)

Pissing on the homie grave got me pissed off (pissed off)

Slide through the sucker shit

And let that stick off (let that stick off)

What's up with the deuce? That's that Ridge talk (what's up, deuce?)

Take me off the GPS, y'all let Nick off (free Nick)

When we hit them niggas' block, we can't find nigga's as (find nigga's)

Spin it like a DVD and rewind, nigga (rewind, nigga)

Outside like the sun

That's why we shine, nigga (that's why we shine, nigga)

Bitches love lil' Bris, he a fine nigga (fine nigga)

Yeah, they see I'm going up, they wanna see me down (see me down)

A nigga going up, but I'm pinkies down (pinkies down)

We don't eat the shells you see on the ground (see on the ground)

Bitch, I run my bity, king of the town

You ain't know it's True Story

We don't Shakespeare (we don't Shakespeare)

My baby shooter sick, he keep a K near (keep a K near)

Lil' Bris got pride problems, yeah, he can't fear (I can't fear)

Probably jump up out your bushes like a reindeer

When you hear that pa-pa-pa, it's gon' keep going (pa-pa-pa)

Bitch suck my cock, I tell her keep going (keep going)

I'm headed to the top, but I'm gon' keep goin (I'ma keep going)

Thirty hanging out the Glock

It's gon' keep showing (gon' keep showing)

When them niggas killed my brother

Had to get me pole (ayy, give me pole)

Plus I'm doing songs and these videos (and these videos)

This ain't ballerina, nigga, tippy-toe (tippy-toe)

I can't trust a soul, lil' bitty hoe (uh-uh)

You ain't dive in the funk, you did a belly flop (belly flop)

Trapping in the spot, got the telly hot (got the telly hot)

Dumbbell filled with shots, this a heavy Glock (It's a heavy Glock)

I ain't talking bout a drop, took off his Chevy top (pa-pa-pa)

I'm fucking everybody bitch, I think your bitch next (bitch next)

Put my whole dick in her, didn't have a inch left (have a inch left)

I'm flexing on these nigga's like I bench press (like I bench press)

If you ain't moving right, then you gon get left

I'ma pull off on a bitch, you hear that skrrt (uh-uh, skrrt)

Then pull back on her and get her purse (get her purse)

Dropped out of school 'cause nigga's nerds (nigga's nerds)

I'll do the drill, just say the word (say the word)

You ain't know it's true story

We don't Shakespeare (we don't Shakespeare)

My baby shooter sick, he keep a K near (keep a K near)

Lil' Bris got pride problems, yeah, he can't fear (I can't fear)

Probably jump up out your bushes like a reindeer

When you hear that pa-pa-pa, it's gon' keep going (pa-pa-pa)

Bitch suck my cock, I tell her keep going (keep going)

I'm headed to the top, but I'm gon' keep goin (I'ma keep going)

Thirty hanging out the Glock

It's gon' keep showing (gon' keep showing)