G Herbo — Slide Remix

[Intro: FBG Duck] (Fuck this shit) Yeah! what up y'all? Yeah, I'm back, bitches Yeah, you ho ass niggas, 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, motherfucker [?] Niggas 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 ass, still whacked his ass (Yeah) And we shot your man on accident Ain't even hit him that many times, look up axed his ass, damn And you'll never know what we slidin' in Wanna pull up clappin' out that foreign, pussy start rappin' then He was outside, pussy nigga, then he died then Bitch, load up that .30, why you crying then? Bitch, come pull up and kill one of mine then And if you really want this body, bitch, 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 gassed up, we good (Good) We was shooting niggas going to highschool We blew down the twins, they told the council Student-Teacher Conference, brought they grandma, too Ain't give no fuck, 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 nobody drop, at least not one of the opps And I always shoot, no movie, these bitches look like some props And all of these bitches got mops Couple of the guys cut off they locks, 'cause them bitches 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 nigga the first lick so we ridin' with it out I remember I was fifteen, bought my first [?], tryna see what that bitch was about Gotta ride to the block, linked up wit' [?], we blew that bitch 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, Essex block, that's ours (Bitch) And I got power, (Bitch) get the strip devoured Ain't gotta pop out with no extra clip, another one of them Bitches around us All my niggas 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 bitches come out it (Rrahh) [Outro: FBG Duck] Them gang members in the building! you hear me? East-side, ride-or-die, motherfucker! Huh, get your motherfucking weight up All you motherfucking sucker ass niggas I'm done wit' you lollipop bitches! You hear me? [?] my niggas, man All y'all steady snitchin' Lil Rico Got The Sauce! Guess what, we got glue traps for you rats! Huh, [?] This shit ain't over, we gettin' money man Get us on the island, bitch Get us on there, get your passport and get us on the island [?] Ah, you really workin' with feelings Check this out, [?] No limit, they brainless! feel me? Them niggas ain't got no brains, them niggas ain't got no feelings Cut they chest open, guess what's in there, a steel box bitch!