Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sliding Freestyle, artist - JayDaYoungan. Album song The Real Jumpman 23, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.11.2017
Record label: Ruffwayy
Song language: English
Sliding Freestyle |
(You know what the fuck it is, man |
Slide em, slide em off that shit, you heard me |
Its fuck a nigga, you know |
Yeah, Youngan standing on you bitch ass niggas neck |
Ruffwayy shit nigga, two times on gang) |
Fuck that, he gone get stepped |
For trying to flex like you wit it |
Light ya ass up like a lamp |
The Draco hold more than 50 |
This shit ridiculous |
How they hate me bad in my own city |
It’s prolly cause they bullshittin' |
I’m the sickest who did it |
Clutchin 40 Glocks, 38's, and we got smittys |
Got the drum on the cutta |
This bitch look like a titty |
Pull up on ya all in traffic |
We gone do em like Biggie |
One to the chest, two to the neck |
And then put three in your fitted |
How the fuck you been a killa |
If you ain’t neva been killin? |
How the fuck you say you steppin |
Bitch that ain’t how you livin |
Shoota wet yo ass up |
And now you gone need a shimmy |
Hit yo block, remove the lights |
And play scratch off in the hemi |
And bitch I step good like two pairs of tennis |
Spend in yo section with my weapon |
Let you have 20 |
Them lil revolvers ain’t enough |
You better have semis |
Up and buss yo brain with that thang |
And leave half missing |
Stab my back and look in my face |
And then they laugh in it |
Yo team soft |
They got a circle full of crabs in it |
Fuck yo bitch from the back |
She like when I dab in it |
Plus the dick all in her stomach |
She like when I jab in it |
One step ahead I gotta keep them hoes outta my mix |
Thuggin with all cha racks |
We prolly posted up in the bricks |
It ain’t no lackin bitch we packin |
Strapped up with them sticks |
Shit get tragic, don’t play Madden |
But we sendin them picks |
Tonight we sliding |
Don’t give a fuck about who riding |
Affiliated with steppers |
All of my niggas violent |
Lay down and take the lick |
I swear all of my niggas silent, bitch |
We clutchin on them rockets |
Hope you don’t get outcha body |
Say dey want smoke |
But when they get real, they cop out |
Runnin with hard heads |
Most of my steppers some drop outs |
Hop in the car |
One button and then top off |
Pour a deuce in my soda |
This shit finna have me knocked out |
You say sup bitch |
When I catch you its gon go down |
Switchin from lane to lane |
Clutchin that thang, gotta slow down |
Yeah, its a stick up |
Pick your lip up |
And put your nose down |
Red clear the business |
Better yet hit ya from the throat down |