Fredo Bang - Slidin lyrics
Fredrick Dewon Thomas Givens II
[Fredo Bang - Slidin lyrics]
(It's Koncept P, the beat knockin’)
You can look me in my eyes
You can see the anger
I got murder on my mind
When I fill the chamber
Yeah, grab the stick, grab the stick
Hit and stank 'em i'ma road kill a bitch
You know I’m gon' stank 'em
Yeah, the opps be talkin shit
But they know what we be 'bout
I'm-I'm gon' park down the street and
Wait for him to walk out
40-40 Glock, extendo, fist fight, gun play
I told Lit Yoshi hit em in the
Face cause that's the best way
(Blatt, pow, pow
Pow) And you know that we be slidin’ (slidin)
(Blatt, pow, pow
Pow) And you know your niggas dying (dying)
(Blatt, pow, pow, pow) Yea
We got your mama crying (crying)
(Blatt, pow, pow, pow) And that’s on Gang
Bitch we slidin' (That’s on Gang, bitch)
(Blatt, pow, pow
Pow) And you know that we be slidin'
(slidin, Blatt, pow, pow
Pow) And you know your niggas dying (dying)
(Blatt, pow, pow, pow) Yea
We got your mama crying (crying)
(Blatt, pow, pow, pow) And that's on Gang
Bitch we slidin'
I got a bunch of grandma killers
Hoppin out these tinted rentals
(bow, bow, bow)
Hollows rippin through your wooded house
Tryna give you splinters (grrrrr)
F-F-Fuck with me and you gon’ lay
And I don't speak about no beef
(I swear to God) i drop a bag on your head
And that's how my niggas eat (blatt)
I shot em with my left hand
But I'm better with the right
(better with the right)
Yea, Free Tha Landlord
Get you rolled off with a kite
He-He had dissed me on the gram
My niggas asking what's the price (ahh)
You never know how we be comin'
Might just slide on a bike (grrrr)
(Blatt, pow, pow
Pow) And you know that we be slidin'
(slidin, Blatt, pow, pow
Pow) And you know your niggas dying (dying)
(Blatt, pow, pow, pow) Yea
We got your mama crying (crying)
(Blatt, pow, pow, pow) And that's on Gang
Bitch we slidin' (That's on Gang, bitch)
(Blatt, pow, pow
Pow) And you know that we be slidin'
(slidin, Blatt, pow, pow
Pow) And you know your niggas dying (dying)
(Blatt, pow, pow, pow) Yea
We got your mama crying (crying)
(Blatt, pow, pow, pow) And that's on Gang
Bitch we slidin'
(And you know that we be slidin'
And you know your niggas dying
Yea, we got your mama crying
And that's on Gang, Bitch we slidin')
That's on Gang, Bitch!
You can look me in my eyes
You can see the anger
I got murder on my mind
When I fill the chamber
Yeah, grab the stick, grab the stick
Hit and stank 'em i'ma road kill a bitch
You know I’m gon' stank 'em
Yeah, the opps be talkin shit
But they know what we be 'bout
I'm-I'm gon' park down the street and
Wait for him to walk out
40-40 Glock, extendo, fist fight, gun play
I told Lit Yoshi hit em in the
Face cause that's the best way
(Blatt, pow, pow
Pow) And you know that we be slidin’ (slidin)
(Blatt, pow, pow
Pow) And you know your niggas dying (dying)
(Blatt, pow, pow, pow) Yea
We got your mama crying (crying)
(Blatt, pow, pow, pow) And that’s on Gang
Bitch we slidin' (That’s on Gang, bitch)
(Blatt, pow, pow
Pow) And you know that we be slidin'
(slidin, Blatt, pow, pow
Pow) And you know your niggas dying (dying)
(Blatt, pow, pow, pow) Yea
We got your mama crying (crying)
(Blatt, pow, pow, pow) And that's on Gang
Bitch we slidin'
I got a bunch of grandma killers
Hoppin out these tinted rentals
(bow, bow, bow)
Hollows rippin through your wooded house
Tryna give you splinters (grrrrr)
F-F-Fuck with me and you gon’ lay
And I don't speak about no beef
(I swear to God) i drop a bag on your head
And that's how my niggas eat (blatt)
I shot em with my left hand
But I'm better with the right
(better with the right)
Yea, Free Tha Landlord
Get you rolled off with a kite
He-He had dissed me on the gram
My niggas asking what's the price (ahh)
You never know how we be comin'
Might just slide on a bike (grrrr)
(Blatt, pow, pow
Pow) And you know that we be slidin'
(slidin, Blatt, pow, pow
Pow) And you know your niggas dying (dying)
(Blatt, pow, pow, pow) Yea
We got your mama crying (crying)
(Blatt, pow, pow, pow) And that's on Gang
Bitch we slidin' (That's on Gang, bitch)
(Blatt, pow, pow
Pow) And you know that we be slidin'
(slidin, Blatt, pow, pow
Pow) And you know your niggas dying (dying)
(Blatt, pow, pow, pow) Yea
We got your mama crying (crying)
(Blatt, pow, pow, pow) And that's on Gang
Bitch we slidin'
(And you know that we be slidin'
And you know your niggas dying
Yea, we got your mama crying
And that's on Gang, Bitch we slidin')
That's on Gang, Bitch!