Slidin' rollin' swangin'
Bringin' that real shit
When I'm on the track
Slidin' rollin' swangin'
Bringin' that real shit
When I'm on the track
Do your thang pimpin
Just don't get caught up
I heard you lost inside a pickle
Tryna steal a run
It's always someone bound to jip ya
But I keeps that gauge cocked
And ready to blast a dirty busta
When they fucks with me
These jealous ass bitches
They always want a piece
Of the money, ya bad for business
That's why I send them whiffin'
Be gone thot, get good at kickin rocks
I got's no time to be wastin'
I'm racin' for the top
Ridin through the neighborhood
Smokin' on a junt, scopin' drillin' breakin'
Down these snitchеs 'cause I love to hunt
And if you really want a problеm
I'mma serve the plate
Don't underestimate the underdawg
I'm off the chain
I tote a license to kill
Merkin these beats they be like poppa
Sign my titties where'd you get them skills
Workin the evenings with the schemin'
Steady keepin that pressure
I never skipped a meal
We can take this anywhere you want to
Come and grab a ticket
It's a trip I've earned my place
Inside this prison now I set the deals
Just use some caution when you messin with
Big hydra baby
I been a master in my field
Cause I be crazy with the rhythm mane
Slidin' rollin' swangin'
Bringin' that real shit
When I'm on the track
Slidin' rollin' swangin'
Bringin' that real shit
When I'm on the track
Respect a playa when you meet him
I got 99 problems
But my style you couldn't bleed it
I'm heavy with the range
That's why I stuff the industry
I told them hold this foot right
In yo ass I'm still a sinner, G
These shiesty crooked lookin jakes
They want the jump but this I can't do
I thought you might've seen the news
Yeah we got the scoop
Unless ya ready to catch the danger
Let the crow spit
The 615 is on the move
It's lose or win
Yeah, I'mma get my cheese
And as I mitigate
The misery that clouds my mind
Just watch me demonstrate
An underground certified mic ripper
I told your hoe that's how I'm with it
Cause I be slidin' rollin' swangin'
Bringin' that real shit when I'm on the track
Breakin wimps crackin necks
The fakin I won't go for that
Vibin with my brother in the cave
Stackin up the dough
You blow the mids we puff the sticky
That'll make you choke
Don't cross the click It's bad for business
Y'all ain't gettin no credit
Them bills you floss been counterfeited
These greedy stank rats
They tryna act like somethin clever
Yet you lackin' weight
But I be slidin rollin swangin
Mane that's safe to say