MR.SLIDE

All these demons in my head, they talking to me, they want them dead

I'm sliding back to back, I gotta count my bread, and get my chips

Life what it is, pop out gang, go clutch steel We tryna send you, to your, maker, baby, I've been on them pills

I done take an M5, now I'm tryna see him die Bitch, look me in my eyes, I'm a demon in disguise

I clutch that Ruger when I ride, bitch, you know it's time to slide

We can go eye for eye, we can see who's tryna die Like put his ass on channel five

I ain't tryna be loud, I'm tryna see who's tryna shoot

I pop out, cut in all black, you know who it be, that's Lil' June

He better get low, hit the ground, cause we finna fucking shoot

I ain't tryna hear that shit you talkin' bout, like, who the fuck is you