Gun on my side
I been thinking bout homicide
Gun on my side
I been thinking bout homicide
Slide for them people
They'll never slide for you
Choppa on my side
Stuck to me like some glue
Boy close your mouth
Who the f*ck you talking to
I don't show no sympathy
I've been knew you niggas was foo
I don't show no sympathy
I've been knew you niggas was foo
I don't show no sympathy
I've been knew you niggas was foo
Biting all that swag, boy
Give me that credit its due
FN gon hit you, A line straight through you
What it do? What it do
Choppa on the side, Choppa on the side,
Choppa on the side, ready to
You a real shooter, boy
A street nigga, that's what they call you
But these bullets gon' eat you alive
Slide for my gang, no matter what
And these 223s gon' eat them up
Is your gang, sliding or what
Enough bullets to hit the whole team
Told them boys to keep it a bean
I had your bitch all up on my knees
Not from here, I don't talk english
Talk guapenese, baka
If it ain't money, then we ain't talking about nothing
Man, shut up, boy
Keep it in code, I ain't running from nothing
If it's a problem, we gon' show up at that function
I ain't scared, nigga
Show me something
You know I got that
Gun on my side
Slide, slide, slide
I been thinking bout homicide
Gun on my side
I been thinking bout homicide
I've been thinking about it
I've been thinking about it
I've been thinking about it
I've been thinking about sliding around
