Lyrics

(Fatman, you did this?) Bitch, waddup? (Yeah) Ayy, bitch, waddup? (Yeah) Ayy, bitch, waddup? (Yeah) (They got Wooskii on the mix) yeah, yeah Ayy, bitch, waddup? (Waddup?) They say they on they block, it's time to slide, fuck 'em up (ayy) Ayy, lil' bro walkin' up, masked up, suited up (suited up) Ayy, catch 'em by that store, up the pole, shoot it up (shoot it up) Ayy, switch up on a Glock, make him hop, double Dutch (ayy) Ayy, lil' bro over cold, he got two poles, doubled up Ayy, Glizzy, that's my dawg, he'll catch you, bite you up (yeah-yeah-yeah) Ayy, treat the opps like blunts, hit a cut, light 'em up, ayy (yeah-yeah) Don't hype him up 'cause he'll die Have your whole block cry, his balloons in the sky Now the opps want me dead (yeah), so I tell 'em, "Come try" But I slide first All they hear is, "Fah-fah-fah", that's that nick', nigga (bitch) Ayy, that's how I'm comin', bitch Like a track star, I'm on my block really runnin' shit I do this shit in real life, boy, this shit is not a skit 'Member puttin' tape up on the mag' just to make it fit I remember slidin' every day, I wasn't at the park (uh-huh) I ain't have no lighter, but I really had to make a spark (uh-huh) Keep that iron on me like my real name was Tony Stark (yeah-yeah) All you see is spark-spark-spark, I'm tryna leave a mark, nigga Ayy, bitch, waddup? (Waddup?) They say they on they block, it's time to slide, fuck 'em up (ayy) Ayy, lil' bro walkin' up, masked up, suited up (uh-huh) Ayy, catch 'em by that store, up the pole, shoot it up (yeah) Ayy, switch up on a Glock, make him hop, double Dutch (yeah) Ayy, lil' bro over cold, he got two poles, doubled up (uh-huh) Ayy, Glizzy, that's my dawg, he'll catch you, bite you up (yeah-yeah-yeah) Ayy, treat the opps like blunts, hit a cut, light 'em up, ayy (yeah-yeah) Glock .40 with a switch on the back My shorty'll wipe your nose like slatt You know that back door closed Kill one of these set-up hoes for thinkin' it's that We got a chop with a scope, I'ma look in that bitch 'Fore I blink, throw three in his head Ridin' in bulletproof, whole lot of switches And Dracs whenever I be in the 'Raq (bitch, ayy) Waddup? Is you really livin' them lyrics or what? Hoes play our shit when they get in the truck And the opps get mad 'cause they listen to us Told foenem slide and they still in the cut Hop out, spaz, they pickin' him up Hot shit made his back start sizzlin' up He lost his head for forgettin' to duck We don't play that, new Glock, let it spray like Ajax Blew him down and it's back to the hood And we just might have to high-speed on the way back For BMoney, we throwin' up Bs Catch one of the Gs, I'm makin' his face crack We been tryna score for the lead My shorties been T'd, they shootin' like Trey Stacks, bitch Ayy, bitch, waddup? (Waddup?) They say they on they block, it's time to slide, fuck 'em up (ayy) Ayy, lil' bro walkin' up, masked up, suited up (uh-huh) Ayy, catch 'em by that store, up the pole, shoot it up (yeah) Ayy, switch up on a Glock, make him hop, double Dutch (yeah) Ayy, lil' bro over cold, he got two poles, doubled up (uh-huh) Ayy, Glizzy, that's my dawg, he'll catch you, bite you up (yeah-yeah-yeah) Ayy, treat the opps like blunts, hit a cut, light 'em up, ayy (yeah-yeah) (Fatman, you did this?)
Writer(s): Marcus Spruiell, Virgil Gibson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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