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Go, go Slide, slide, slide, slide, slide, slide, slide (Fatman, you did this?) (They got Wooskii on the mix) Go, go Got this Draco in my hand, I feel like Doc with this one (I feel like Doc with this one) They took my brodie, I couldn't stop from spinnin' (But I couldn't stop from spinnin') Ain't nobody off limits except them kids You tweak, I'll pop the women (And l'Il pop 'em) They took the head purge, I cried, fuck that, who block we bendin'? (Go) They got sticks? We got sticks and Dracs, plus the one we picked up (Ooh) Ain't no feelings for no bitch, I want my dick sucked Don't leave the house with no strap, it's treacherous Make sure you blicked up (Make sure you blicked up) Pop up like we cool and smoke his ass, don't ask who sent us We gon' paint the city red for my shorty, they got us fucked up (They got us fucked up) Slidin' to kill whoever, I don't give no fucks, bitch, that shit touched us I like switches, he like Dracs, might wrap you, bitch, don't trust us (Go) And ain't no opp did shit to folks, popped out, got they ass blicked up (Got they ass) Nigga's gon' be bap of course for sure, but they don't kill shit (But they don't kill shit) Pop out like I'm Timmy with this bitch and hit that killswitch (Ooh) Bro got killed, but now y'all grieve, fuck y'all, thought y'all wouldn't feel shit We gon' stand on business, took my rap lil nigga I kill with (Go) I can't wait to stand over that Nigga, slime his ass out Pop out from behind his house like "Boo," don't take that trash out (Don't take that trash out) Thinkin' with your dick gon' get you killed, aw yeah, you grass now (Shh) Long live Doc forever, big Draco, this shit wasn't planned out Y'all be internet and too police, just play your role If y'all was doin' the shit y'all say y'all did, then y'all wouldn't troll (They ass be cap) How many niggas got hit that night? And two niggas dropped they pole I'ma come so hard and risk this rap shit for my bros (Ooh) They got sticks? We got sticks and Dracs, plus the one we picked up (Plus the one we picked up) Ain't no feelings for no bitch, I want my dick sucked (Want my dick sucked) Don't leave the house with no strap, it's treacherous Make sure you blicked up (Make sure you blicked up) Pop up like we cool and smoke his ass, don't ask who sent us (Go, go) We gon' paint the city red for my shorty, they got us fucked up (Ayy, Doc) Slidin' to kill whoever, I don't give no fucks, bitch, that shit touched us I like switches, he like Dracs, might wrap you, bitch, don't trust us (Don't trust us) And ain't no opp did shit to folks, popped out, got they ass blicked up Ain't no opp did shit to folks, nigga (Fatman, you did this?) Fuck wrong with y'all?
Writer(s): Kentrell Brown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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