Slide Kay Flock

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[Intro]
I'm tryna slide in a stoley
Let him run, I'ma get wit' his brodie
Don't need a show, i can do this shit doley
Fuck if I'm rich, i'ma still take his rolly
R.I.P Naz, yeah, I blaze for the crodey
He get got, he get killed what he owe me
He get shot, give a fuck what he told me
Shoot like i'm curry, yeah, i know they can't hold me
(Blood on the leaves)
Grrah, grrah
Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah

[Verse]
XD wit' a stick, attached to the beam, so i know i won't miss
Let him run, he get left like he rick
Bullets burn him, watch him twitch
Fuck a cab, he got lеft in a Lyft, how y'all all linkin' up for a hit?
And the Dub's to the T'z to my dick
I'm tryna spin through, and hang out the whip
Tryna hit a goofy in his shit
Onе got hit in his back and he tripped and the other one almost went out like a bitch
I was praying the dumb nigga slipped

[Chorus]
I'm tryna slide in a stoley
Let him run, I'ma get wit' his brodie
Don't need a show, i can do this shit doley
Fuck if I'm rich, i'ma still take his rolly
R.I.P Naz, yeah, I blaze for the crodey
He get got, he get killed what he owe me
He get shot, give a fuck what he told me
Shoot like i'm curry, yeah, i know they can't hold me
Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah
XD wit' a stick, attached to the beam, so i know i won't miss
Let him run, he get left like he rick
Bullets burn him, watch him twitch
Fuck a cab, he got left in a Lyft, how y'all all linkin' up for a hit?
And the Dub's to the T'z to my dick
I'm tryna spin through, and hang out the whip
Tryna hit a goofy in his shit
One got hit in his back and he tripped and the other one almost went out like a bitch
I was praying the dumb nigga slipped
I'm tryna slide in a stoley
Let him run, I'ma get wit' his brodie
Don't need a show, i can do this shit doley
Fuck if I'm rich, i'ma still take his rolly
R.I.P Naz, yeah, I blaze for the crodey
He get got, he get killed what he owe me
He get shot, give a fuck what he told me
Shoot like i'm curry, yeah, i know they can't hold me
Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah
XD wit' a stick, attached to the beam, so i know i won't miss
Let him run, he get left like he rick
Bullets burn him, watch him twitch
Fuck a cab, he got left in a Lyft, how y'all all linkin' up for a hit?
And the Dub's to the T'z to my dick
I'm tryna spin through, and hang out the whip
Tryna hit a goofy in his shit
One got hit in his back and he tripped and the other one almost went out like a bitch
I was praying the dumb nigga slipped