[Verse 1: King Von]
Von
We can slide right now
That's just how a nigga feel and I ain't even high
They just killed one of my lil' cousins, I ain't even cry
Same nigga just got shot up but he ain't even die, he still alive
But I'ma slide on him, I been to his crib I got my eye on him
I even put some money on his head, I got like five on him
And nah, we ain't stoppin' 'til they dead, we put that iron on 'em
A lot of niggas dyin', homie, let me know right now
'Cause if we drivin' in the car, you can't sit in the back
If a nigga play or disrespect us then he gеttin' whacked
They done gavе D. Rose all that time, he tryin to give it back
Say you gon slide on me
You pull up over here swiss cheese your ride homie
I got Nikki Parker on my hip that big .45 on me
I hope that nigga prayed and made salah 'cause he gon' die, homie
[Chorus: Looney Babie]
Yeah, I heard bout you
You's a bitch that the word bout you
We gone come and get them birds out you
Before the feds get them birds out you
Let's go on a drill, brodie, let's go on a drill
Brodie on them pills, yeah, he tweaking on them pills
Let's go on a drill, brodie, let's go on a drill
And we see the right nigga then somebody gettin' killed
Let's go on a drill, brodie, let's go on a drill
Brodie on them pills, yeah, he tweaking on them pills
Let's go on a drill, brodie, let's go on a drill
And we see the right nigga then somebody gettin' killed
Von
We can slide right now
That's just how a nigga feel and I ain't even high
They just killed one of my lil' cousins, I ain't even cry
Same nigga just got shot up but he ain't even die, he still alive
But I'ma slide on him, I been to his crib I got my eye on him
I even put some money on his head, I got like five on him
And nah, we ain't stoppin' 'til they dead, we put that iron on 'em
A lot of niggas dyin', homie, let me know right now
'Cause if we drivin' in the car, you can't sit in the back
If a nigga play or disrespect us then he gеttin' whacked
They done gavе D. Rose all that time, he tryin to give it back
Say you gon slide on me
You pull up over here swiss cheese your ride homie
I got Nikki Parker on my hip that big .45 on me
I hope that nigga prayed and made salah 'cause he gon' die, homie
[Chorus: Looney Babie]
Yeah, I heard bout you
You's a bitch that the word bout you
We gone come and get them birds out you
Before the feds get them birds out you
Let's go on a drill, brodie, let's go on a drill
Brodie on them pills, yeah, he tweaking on them pills
Let's go on a drill, brodie, let's go on a drill
And we see the right nigga then somebody gettin' killed
Let's go on a drill, brodie, let's go on a drill
Brodie on them pills, yeah, he tweaking on them pills
Let's go on a drill, brodie, let's go on a drill
And we see the right nigga then somebody gettin' killed
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