Slide On Em (MurdaaMixx) Lyrics

Gang

RIP to Mo3 Nigga

Thirtyinthemuthafckinmix

(NFG) On Gang

Ayye 3Hirty I told niggaz I'm Comin with it all year (SSG)

SHHH Splat Gang Nigga

Let's Go

Caught my opp lacking posted at the gas station, so I'm clutching this AR hold two,two,three bullets that's wat I'm totin

Aim that bitch out the window, My target open

Wen I shoot, ain't no missing this Bitch like Kobe I'm scorin

These bulletz gon catch a nigga Like he Terrell Owens

Drop that nigga, hop out the whip and I stand ova em

His phone ring I see a picture of His baby, his bm calling em

I pick up I tell the bitch, the Morgue where you gon be viewing em

He played with the wrong one, now that pussy nigga dead

Wen we slide back to back you niggaz betta hide and duck this lead

Ain't no running we gon catch em, we hit his top

And pop em like a biscuit can

That boy was a fck nigga, so we called that nigga F and N

All that talking he was doin, and wasn't even strapped wit his Fand N

Don't get me in my mode, shyt get ugly I'll blow this bitch hard like sum wind

Fled tha scene, all you see is tires smoke thru this wind

Left that nigga wit blood gushing out his head, I bet he won't talk again

Slide on em, turn you into a memory

We gon slide on em, yelling lord forgive us soon as we go ride on em

Blast on all my enemies, we gon ride on em

We gon slide on em yeahhh

(Whyyyyy)

I heard nigga was speakin on my name, I guess niggaz wanna get introduce to that Murphy Gang

NFG that's tha clique wen I bring tha pain

MPGz that's tha squad wen we torch tha flame

Chop em up SSG that Shhh Splat Gang

Play with us u gon get yo shyt splat and put inna picture frame

My niggaz do em in

I'm in guerilla warfare mode, that casket wat we put em in

He gon meet tha reaper wen we catch em sleeping yeahhh

These niggaz want that trouble pain (Trouble Pain)

You niggaz speak on my Bizzle name (Bizzle name)

You know we BG4L, bitch it's Bizzle Gang

You come thru tha Murphy tryna slide, but we got too much iron

That Draco ima blow! em 7.62 knock em out his clothes

That Glock wit a switch take off his dome

Come thru balling in that box, now you ain't gon make it back home!

Wen we slide on tha block, we hop out wit stickz

See a opp inna bushes like he creepin and shyt, run up on em with the Blicky

He try to reach and get his shyt split

Like Smokey that nigga was takin a shyt

Wanna play ball with us, ain't no way you surving bitch

Blow that pole it leave a hole run up onna nigga duck and roll

take his soul we do em cold, me and my niggaz on yo ass thru tha rain, sleet, and snow

Call up broski he get em gon, we putting nigga bodies in funeral homes

We the streetz, you betta retreat we come thru squad up like Call of Duty

lowkey tryna diss, talk bout you slidin wit em stickz

Bitch nigga you betta run, all these slammaz got a drum

You neva know wen we gon come, like Eddie Cane we fill em up wit drugs

Body full of slugs, shorty wanna be a thug

You betta keep em glasses on, before you get stepped on like a slug

I'm steppn on you niggaz, causin chaos when I come

I'm Big Murdaa, since a youngin I been dangerous in em slums