Chosen 1 Hit-Boy & SOB X RBE

[Intro]
Hit-Boy

[Verse 1: Slimmy B]
We gon' slide, we gon' drop a hundred shots on him
We got chops, give a fuck if he got Glock on him (Boom boom)
Wintertime on Melrose, drop the top on him (Skrrt, skrrt)
He think he under, he don't know we got the drop on him
All through the sucka's 'jects, we gon' slide through (We gon' slide through)
All these bands on me, bitch, I'll buy you
Ain't guaranteed up in these streets, shit, I might lose
A whole lotta gang shit, mob ties too
If Hit-Boy up on the beat, you know it's a banger
On the strip blowin' strips up and down Vegas
Hop out the cab in a foreign, we don't ride basic (Skrrt, skrrt)
And you know you gettin' money when your niggas hatin'
That's just some shit you gotta deal with (Gotta deal with)
See a sucka OT and we gon' still trip
A couple bands on your head, hit that killswitch
And with my niggas, I'ma touch my first mil' with
I ain't arguin' with suckas, I ain't playin' games
I'm droppin' niggas on their head, I ain't droppin' names
I just dropped a new whip, you still ain't dropped a chain
VVS' rock inside, we is not the same
Bustdown 'em on my wrist, I don't rock Plain Jane
Wonder if shit'd be the same if that guap ain't came
I guess it's some shit you will never know
These streets got a hold on me and they ain't lettin' go