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 niggas, 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 niggas (Find niggas) 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 niggas 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 niggas nerds (Niggas 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)