Wheezy ft. Vinci Da Prince Lyrics

What, what, what, what, what

Murder when we slide

What, what, what, what, what

Yeah, murder when we slide

See, Aki told me he gone slide

Told him put his coupe to the side

Bad bitch said she want me

Told him put her coochie to the side

No, no, no, no

Yeah, shooters in the side when we slide

Before the niggas die

Swear to God

Swear to God

Swear to God

Swear to God

Swear to God

Why would I jump in the field

I can have young niggas slide

Send a blitz on they side

Why would I beef with a nigga, tryna diss me on live

I want that nigga to die

Murder when she wrote, murder what she spoke

When I grab my pole, yeah, there's blood on the floor

Blood and bodies

Told em when they under, don't get gassed up

Let them have the internet

Cause when we slide, niggas gone get put in a casket

It's homicides, it's body's on the floor

Young niggas know, mask up

Better have them gloves on the low

Oh, oh

Them niggas know

Oh, oh

I fucked his hoe

Ho, ho

We kiss her

No, no, no

It's murder

Yeah, there's bodies on the floor

Niggas play with me

I swear to God

We knock em' all

Murder when she wrote, murder what she spoke

I swear to God, told myself I'll never fold

Feel like I'm a Zoe

Sippin' on that yak, I get em' gone

Call me Kodak

The way I'm screamin'

Glee, glee, glee, glee, in them streets

Baby, I'm unstoppable

Breezy water, tropical

Got that money, got a lot to do

Get it, nothing stoppin' you

90 degrees, still need my icy tool

Fuck a Tinder bitch, I ain't liking you

Feel like Kodak, this a moment

What them snipers do?

So I see you at the end, bitch

Leaving with the stuff you came with

Already forgot your name, bitch

Which one was you?

I was mixed up, chopped and screwed

I like delivered, you're past due

I like Nike with the shoe

Jordan 12, sick with the fuckin' flu

Stock X, had to cop it, boo

She was cheatin' with a lot of dudes

Kitty, dryin' up like a prune

Fuck her, new chain coming soon

Coming soon

Minnesota, common loon

I see you baffons

And I'm droppin' at a zoom

Grab my motherfuckin' bag

Bitch, I'm havin' a feast

When I'm on the fuckin' beat

Like I'm back in the streets

But I pop up with a piece, and I'm not talkin' reese

Knock your ass off

In the fuckin' ring

When I'm choppin' it up

And I got no fuckin' ring

Bitch, I'm married to the game

I don't need no fuckin' fang

When I'm runnin' in my Mustang

Got no mood swings in this bitch

And she trappin' for the pings, in this bitch

She a vampire, got fangs, in this bitch

And I'm like Chief Sosa, bitch, we bangin' in this bitch

In a bitch

And she training this bitch

Woah, woah

Sippin' on this Wocky

Got me here

Screaming glee, glee, glee

When a nigga die in the street, yo