You ready?

(Tell me of you ready)

Yeah, okay

Are you ready?

Are you ready?

Are you ready?

Been putting dick all in her stomach 

(All in here stomach)

Mini micro buss your ass dont say im bluffing

(Dont say im bluffing)

Ten-ten k sitting in my back right now its nothing

If-if I was in the 1500 I’ll slide with muskets

(Huh, yea)

Pop out men in black

Ooo who is that?

(Who is that?)

Say, Ion even give no fuck

Just live yo own life

(Mhm, ahh)

Been fucking all those people bae thats tmi

(Bae thats tmi)

Been sharking all season

You better stay woke

(Shark, Shark)

Ion even fuck with half of yall people, think thats a joke?

Huh, its getteing hot in here

Tell me if you ready?

I just got paid off of rap I gotta ego now

(Ehhh)

White boy posted on the roof he might just kill the crowd

I got 1035 bullets in this fucking gen

(Bitch)

I might call alxx for a favor he might go kill your mans

(Kill your man)

I just broke up with my girl we might not speak again

(Pussy)

How the fuck this lame ass school almost just blew the win?

(Pussy)

Where is zen zen zen?

(Where zen?)

Brudda where you been been been?

(Where you been?)

I got so much racks might throw it in the wind

(Yeah!)

Just popped some molly the party never ends

Thats my brudda, thats my bestie, thats my twin
You ready?

(Tell me of you ready)

Yeah, okay

Are you ready?

Are you ready?

Are you ready?

Ready?

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
I slide through the night steady (I slide)
Fuck shadows when the street ready (brra)
My heartbeat drum loud heavy (wooh)
Whole block shake wild deadly (pow)

[Chorus 1]
I slide with my fuckin’
That’s why all these nigas look pissed now
My clock stay glowin’ bloodred
Treat it like my baby cuz it’s my fuckin’ trophy
Oh fuck
They yell when my squad step inside heavy bass boomin’
Okay
Baddies wanna ride us though they know our name burn hotter than steel flames

[Verse 1]
Concrete sing when I march on the gravel (yeah)
Fuckin’ with the pole make the whole street unravel (pow)
Movin’ like a phantom with a beam on the barrel (wooh)
YN’s in the back turn your block to a chapel (grrr)
Plays move tight, every flip too tactical (skrrt)
Fuck talk cheap when the risk mathematical (brra)
Scope on point make the scene look graphical (boom)
Ops run fast but the stick still classical (brra)
Whip with no fade—slide clean, automatic (skrrt)
Money stack tall but the climb problematic (fuck)
Plug drop codes like a old-school manuscript (wooh)
Bag get sealed then tossed—done accurate (flip)
Draco on hum make the whole hood passionate (grrr)
One wrong step make your history inadequate (gone)
I’m posted on the block where the tension stay adamant (pow)
Every night’s a war but the wins turn extravagant (amen)

[Chorus 2]
I move with my killers
That’s why all these nigas stare tight now
My stick keep sparkin’ bloodred
Hold it like my infant cuz it’s my fuckin’ trophy
Oh fuck
They scream when we pull in with that pressure unloadin’
Okay
Baddies tryna chase us though they know our fire melt everything near flames

[Verse 2]
Fuck the disguise—my aura too violent (yeah)
Beam on his dome turn the moment to silence (pow)
Blue bills sleep in the safe like giants (racks)
Slide on a hater—his courage go quiet (wooh)
Plays on lock make the trap feel private (skrrt)
Stick on repeat like a drumline riot (brra)
Credit too high make the bank go biased (run it)
Slab in the trunk then gone—now I’m sci-fi (gone)
Talk on the net? Better pray you can back it (say it)
Pull up in flesh—watch your bravery vanish (pussy)
I bag, flip, stack—elevate my status (up)
Circle stay wolfed, we don’t trust no actors (grrr)
Night stay wicked when the mask get active (no face)
Streetlight blink like the city radioactive (yeah)
One call in the wind make the whole set massive (brra)
Shells on the floor leave the crime scene passive (pow)

[Chorus 1]
I slide with my fuckin’
That’s why all these nigas look pissed now
My clock stay glowin’ bloodred
Treat it like my baby cuz it’s my fuckin’ trophy
Oh fuck
They yell when my squad step inside heavy bass boomin’
Okay
Baddies wanna ride us though they know our name burn hotter than steel flames

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
We grind till the sun fall (never)
Plays rise when the guns call (brra)

Get low (Prod. Cloud2800)

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