Sliding w Dark Tint

Lyrics

[Intro: Slimesito] (Don't play with him) Yeah You know how the fuck we rockin', nigga Aye Sito, Sito, Sito [Verse 1: Slimesito] I'm popping these niggas, yeah, I feel like John Wick (Blatt, blatt!) You just bought a new stick, now your ass finna die with it Glock 17 so you better not try shit All red fifties on me, yeah, I stay on that gang shit (Frrrt) On Point South, I turned that shit to a snake pit AR-15, yeah, I stay with the same stick I was locked up with them killers and convicts Got some stone shooters and you know they go ape shit Nigga fresh out and I'm back on the same shit Got Bounty's on me so you know I tote Glock sticks Just popped a nigga cause he stayed on that opp shit (Blatt, blatt!) Got Beezy with me and you know he gon' knock shit Got contract shooters with me ready to pop shit Door locking on the block, I feel like a locksmith Tom Ford glasses on my face, I'm feeling like Clark Kent Hot boxed whip and you know we sliding with dark tint [Verse 2: BigSmokeChapo] Sliding with dark tint (Shh), sliding with dark tint (Shh) We sliding with dark tint, AK with a fucking cooling kit Rollin' down the window, up the fire, don't care who you with Real Rich Slime so I'm shooting out foreign whip Real Quickdraw soldier, probably why a nigga fucked your bitch Nigga, you is a hoe and your hoe like that gangster shit They know Smoke too slime, yeah, that nigga need a handkerchief They don't want me to sneeze, man, I'm toting a fifty blip Riding in that briminal whip, that's a X6 (Skrrt) Fuck around with quick draw gang, that's a death wish Told the hoe FaceTime, I don't like messages She might try to set me, I send her ass to hell quick Smoke got bheddar mean Smoke making bail quick I ain't stunting the rap game, bitch, I'm slime rich [Verse 3: Fluhkunxhkos] Bitch, I'm Rich Slime I ain't doing no signing Hop out the back of that foreign, I'm firing Nigga mention the gang then somebody dying Your partner got shot, why the fuck you ain't sliding? Yhap Gang the mob, bitch, you know that we riding Hop out, run-down, hit his ass with that .9 Fuck nigga, play brazy, that nigga get lined You not double R then yo' ass getting slimed Free the boys behind the wall doing time Front Street, one of my shooters bang g-shine Knock a nigga off while he in his prime Play with me, I'll have your momma out here crying All that flexing 'round here, get your ass slimed If I want it I take it, nigga, that shit mine My niggas down to drill and commit the crime Young solid niggas, they ain't dropping no dime