Batman, you did this? Bitch, waddup? Yeah Aye, bitch, waddup? Yeah Aye, bitch, waddup? Yeah They got Wooski on the mix Aye, bitch, waddup? They say they on they block, it's time to slide Fuck em up, aye Lil bro walkin up, masked up, suited up Aye, catch him by that stove, up the pole, shoot it up Aye, switch up on the Glock, make him hop, double dutch Aye, lil bro over cold, he got two poles, doubled up Aye, glizzy that's my dog, he'll catch you, bite you up Aye, treat the opps like blunts, hit a cut, light em up Aye, don't hype em up cause he'll die How your whole block cry, his balloons in the sky Now the opps want me dead, so I tell em come try But I slide first, all they hear is fire, fire, fire That's that Nick, nigga Aye, 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 Remember puttin tape up on the mag just to make it fit I remember slidin everyday, I wasn't at the park I ain't had no lighter, but I really had to make it spark Keep that eye on me like my real name was Tony Stark All you see is spark, spark, spark, I'm tryna leave a mark Nigga Aye, bitch, what up They say they on they block, it's time to slide, fuck em up Aye, lil bro walkin up, masked up, suited up Aye, catch em by that stove, up the pole, shoot it up Aye, switch up on the Glock, make em hop, double dutch Aye, lil bro over cold, he got two poles, doubled up Aye, glizzy that's my dog, he'll catch you, bite you up Aye, treat the opps like blunts, hit a cut, light em up Glock 4.0 with a switch on the back, my shorty'll wipe your nose like slack You know that back door closed, kill one of these setup hoes for thinkin it's that We got a chop with a scope, I'ma look in that bitch before I blink, throw three in his head Ridin in bulletproof, whole lotta switches and drapes whenever I be in a wrap Bitch, aye, what up 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 Whole fuck them slidin, they still in the cut Hop out spaz, they pickin em up Hot shit make his back start sizzlin up He lost his head for forgettin to dunk New Glock, let it spray like Ajax Blow him down and it's back to the hood and we just might have to have speed on the way back If I be money, we throwin up B's, catch one of the G's, I'm makin his face crack We been tryna scope for the lead, my shorty's been teased, they shootin like trace stacks Bitch, aye, bitch, what up They say they on they block, it's time to slap, fuck em up Aye, lil bro walkin up, masked up, suited up Aye, catch him by that stove, up the pole, shoot it up Aye, switch up on the Glock, make him hop, double dutch Aye, lil bro overcold, he got two poles Double duck, aye, glizzy, that's my dog He'll catch you, bite you up Aye, treat the opps like blunts Hit a cut, light em up, aye