Slide On His Block ft. Bolo Zeus Lyrics

Uh nah

We might slide on his blocc

Might slide we gone ride

Oh no

Noo

Yeah dat glock came with a drum

It hold a 50

I can't let a pussy nigga plot against Me

We gone slide on his blocc

We might slide on his blocc

Don't kno why these pussy niggas Try to tempt me

Run up on me ima shoot it til it's Empty

We gone slide on his blocc

We might slide on his blocc

Uh Uh Uh

I'm from the dirty lil nigga

Shit got me looking to purty my Nigga

You might just get murdered my Nigga

You heard of us nigga

Yung niggas all on the blocc we Serving that lean and got pistol

Bitch im official free sauce he Addicted to the dope game

Yung nigga had hard and cocaine

Pussy niggas tell on you is so lame

Yung nigga finna blow like propane

I walk in this bitch wit my glocc out

Big boy big B when I hop out

And we itching to take a nigga top Off

Uh got get the energy ready for me

Meet me on the back streets I sell you A P

Catch him on the back streets and put Him to sleep

His blood on the street now his Family is weak

Them yung niggas thuggin

I grew up so rugged

My city be buckin

This shit can get ugly

Bitch I stay clutchin

I won't let you touch me

Nino that's my cousin I told him I Love him

I'm close to the top I kno I can feel it

Ask my nigga Ricky he kno I'm the Realest

Man fucc the distraction it's straight the Business

Free Wayne Bang he fool in the Kitchen

Yeah that glock came with a drum

It hold a 50

I can't let a pussy nigga plot against Me

We gone slide on his blocc

We might slide on his blocc

Don't kno why these pussy niggas Try to tempt me

Run up on me ima shoot it til it's Empty

We gone slide on his block

We might slide on his block

Big Money

Ay Y'all then I woke up a beast

Feelin like giannis drop 50 wit ease

Stay in you lane like lil nigga please Keep all that talkin get hit with these C's

Rumble Ali bird wit the keys

I kno the real niggas fuckin wit me

I hate a rat nigga slide him the cheese

Shoot at his head all da way to his Knee's

Pick out a hata I spot em I got em

Ok they goons well nigga we goblins

If it's some beef it's nothing we solve It

Put on the mask spin the revolver

Free the whole Gang until they come Home

Smokin 3 grams straight to the dome

Play in these streets better have that Chrome

Real lil nigga I cannot be clone

What can I say I'm tryna get paid CruUp Shit we tryna get made

Stay with that chop like wheels on a Blade

Texas nigga they kno how I'm raised

I told my mama ima get you that crib

Remember them days seen how we Lived

Stay on the grind handle my biz

Go get the paper and stay on my shit

Beaumont lil nigga you kno where I'm at

I be on Leight yeah that's facts

Bitches and money I'm thinking like Mac

Lee got that rocket Zeus got dat Mac

Up in the hood s/o to the trap born This way I keep it a stacc

Duckin' the laws strap on my lap

Do the impossible I leave it at that

Ayy

Yeah dat glocc came with a drum

It hold a 50

I can't let a pussy nigga plot against Me

We gone slide on his blocc

We might slide on his blocc

Uh Ohhh