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g herbo - slide (remix) lyrics

[intro: fbg duck]
(f-ck this sh-t)
yeah! what up y’all?
yeah, i’m back, b-tches
yeah, you ho -ss n-ggas, yeah
nlmb in the buliding, you hear me?
yeah, this [?], man
sauce!
big boss, big boss, [?], you hear me?
yeah, get y-get ya weight up, motherf-cker
[?]
n-ggas steady slidin’
l-l-lil rico got the sauce!

[verse: g herbo]
it is a 150 party, don’t invite the feds
i was in the trenches, born with that sig
couldn’t pull up with two shooters ’cause that was all we had
still clapped his -ss, still whacked his -ss (yeah)
and we shot your man on accident
ain’t even hit him that many times, look up axed his -ss, d-mn
and you’ll never know what we slidin’ in
wanna pull up clappin’ out that foreign, p-ssy start rappin’ then
he was outside, p-ssy n-gga, then he died then
b-tch, load up that .30, why you crying then?
b-tch, come pull up and k!ll one of mine then
and if you really want this body, b-tch, keep trying then
walking down the nine with that (with that)
ain’t even have no mask, put on our hood
big bro asked me was i tryna slide, and i just shrugged
lil foenem’ got all the shooters g-ssed up, we good (good)
we was shooting n-ggas going to highschool
we blew down the twins, they told the council
student-teacher conference, brought they grandma, too
ain’t give no f-ck, next day, brought my hammer, too
you ain’t never posted up by the corner with roc
you ain’t never seen fazo with that .40 g-glock
you ain’t never had to run from the end of the block
you ain’t never seen slime pop out wit’ no top
you ain’t never seen n0body drop, at least not one of the opps
and i always shoot, no movie, these b-tches look like some props
and all of these b-tches got mops
couple of the guys cut off they locks, ’cause them b-tches got hot
whole eastside’s getting popped
i was on the 8, i was high off a eight, phone east-side of the pop
gotta get the ‘matic, said, “whodie in traffic”
oh, he slidin’ wit’ a bop
ya’ll ain’t talkin’ about that, we talkin’ ’bout that one?
oh, he died off the spot
we ain’t never tryna give no n-gga the first l!ck so we ridin’ with it out
i remember i was fifteen, bought my first [?], tryna see what that b-tch was about
gotta ride to the block, linked up wit’ [?], we blew that b-tch in a hour
9-1-1, knock him down, twin towers, red showers, red flowers
we was smoking oppers when he had sours
now we smoke exotic, ess-x block, that’s ours (b-tch)
and i got power, (b-tch) get the strip devoured
ain’t gotta pop out with no extra clip, another one of them
b-tches around us
all my n-ggas running up 6 figures, got at least double digits around us
said you ain’t worried bout none of these choppers, till one hundred of these b-tches come out it (rrahh)

[outro: fbg duck]
them gang members in the building! you hear me?
east-side, ride-or-die, motherf-cker!
huh, get your motherf-cking weight up
all you motherf-cking sucker -ss n-ggas
i’m done wit’ you lollipop b-tches! you hear me?
[?] my n-ggas, man
all y’all steady snitchin’
lil rico got the sauce!
guess what, we got glue traps for you rats!
huh, [?]
this sh-t ain’t over, we gettin’ money man
get us on the island, b-tch
get us on there, get your p-ssport and get us on the island
[?]
ah, you really workin’ with feelings
check this out, [?]
no limit, they brainless! feel me?
them n-ggas ain’t got no brains, them n-ggas ain’t got no feelings
cut they chest open, guess what’s in there, a steel box b-tch!

- g herbo lyrics

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