(Fatman, you did this?)
Bitch, waddup? (Yeah)
Ay, b***h waddup? (Yeah)
Ay, b***h waddup? (Yeah)
(They got Wooski on the mix)
Yeah, yeah
Ay, bitch, waddup? (Waddup?)
They say they on they block, it's time to slide, f*ck 'em up
Ay, lil bro walking up, masked up, suited up
Ay, catch 'em by the store, up the pole, shoot it up
Ay, switch up on a Glock, make him hop, double dutch
Ay, lil bro over code, he got two poles, doubled up
Ay, glizzy that's my dog, he'll catch you, bite you up
Ay, treat the opps like blunts, indica, light him up ay
Don't hype him up 'cause he a die
Have your whole block cry, his balloons in the sky
Now the opps want me dead, so I tell 'еm come try
But I slide first, all they hеar is
"Fye, fye, fye on the neck nigga!"
Ay, that's how I'm coming b***h
Like a track-star I'm on my block really running s**t
I do this s**t in real life, boy this s**t is not a skit
Member putting tape up on the mag just to make it fit
I remember sliding every day, I wasn't at the park
I ain't have a lighter, but I really had to make a spark
Keep that iron on me like my real name was Tony Stark
All you see is spark, spark, spark, I'm tryna leave a mark, n***a
Ay, bitch, waddup? (Waddup?)
They say they on they block, it's time to slide, f*ck 'em up
Ay, lil bro walking up, masked up, suited up
Ay, catch 'em by the store, up the pole, shoot it up
Ay, switch up on a Glock, make him hop, double dutch
Ay, lil bro over code, he got two poles, doubled up
Ay, glizzy that's my dog, he'll catch you, bite you up
Ay, treat the opps like blunts, indica, light him up ay
Fatman, you did this?
