Screamin Murdah SOB X RBE

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[Intro]
Cal-A made that beat I had to trip on it

[Chorus: Slimmy B]
Ah, your nigga died, nobody slide, nobody slid for 'em
Better stay up out these streets if you ain't built for 'em
My nigga gone, I keep that pole, I'm in the field for 'em
Any nigga disrespect his name, I gotta kill for 'em
My lil' nigga lost his brother and I feel for him
'Cause I been through that and I know you can't heal from it
I told him drop a body, fuck dropping tears for him
Load that chop, grab that Glock, hit they block screaming murder

[Verse 1: Slimmy B]
Glock 43 baby hide it in the Birkin
Cookie or the Runtz every time a nigga burning
Remember I was on the block broke I was hurting
Now it's G-Wagon, S Coupes when I'm swerving
All in my lane, broke nigga stop merging
Word through the grapevine I got these sucka niggas nervous
Finna buy my bitch a new whip, she deserve it
Tryna feed a opp the whole clip, he deserve it
Gotta watch my back, I can see these niggas turning
They tryna take my style, I can see these niggas learning
A nigga slide on me, I'm sliding back, that's for certain
Load that chop', grab that Glock, hit they block screaming murder