I Make Slide Music

(Damn Glo fuck is you talkin bout)

I'm onnat one shit you know i'm down to jump up out a **** bushes

We hit the block we campin out

I think he seen us hoppin out

It don't matter he know better not to come up out that house

Hoppin out the jeep throwing bullets at his mouth

Bitch im hopping out the jeep throwing till he hit the ground

Bitch im hoppin out wit

Flaming shit now we rolling

Dead guy in a wood got me choking bitch he smoking

Redeye in the hood supercharger this bitch blowing

Head hot if i sign and get a drop im still going

10 bullets in this bitch against 30 im still blowing

Come and get up on me you gotta see cause' you ain't knowing

**** wanna be a slatt tell em try it ima blow em

He tried to run away the bullets caught em where he going

He tried to run away the bullets caught em he a goof

**** on the gram talk tough like he crazy now he stupid

How you want me to love you and you can't even spell "Cupid"?

Thirty Bows in the rental finna head to the roof-in

But the pounds really pointless cause' he finna get boxed in

He just tried to get out but he locked in

Bro said he bussing shit told him drop bin

We always doing all the extra finna drop ten

Don't open the door up alright bet we finna drop in

Don't bump me in the party you already know i snuck my glock in

Yall popped one but **** all yo members i wouldn't brag on it

Inside the track it's peanut butter on the outside got black on it

When a **** die we laugh

Spray the whip till he crash

Sprayed the whip with 556 and left his head on the dash

That **** ran out the city cause' lil bro up on his ass

Give a **** thirty shots but i ain't giving out no pass

(Damn Glo)

"You come wrong you get ya head knocked off"

You ain't got no cheese you just a ham

Just woke up out the bed and bust a play for quick bands

Just touched down in cali finna find me a blam

Can't be around no blick so i ain't posting ona gram

Up on a **** took his pole barehanded

Hit the block and wild out and blow the nick no cannon

Ain't no cooling kit let it get hot no fanning

She rapping me my songs with no discussion i'm slamming

Creeping down his block with no discussion im bussing

Ain't picking up her phone ain't no question she fucking

You ain't let me know if it was smoke ain't on nothing

Creeping down this lil **** block he think i'm playing but i ain't fussing

Why you ain't answering the phone ****

Why i see this **** you looking for?

Hell yea this **** up here on 8 mile, better pull up

Bet we on our way