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real sliders - sheemy lyrics

[intro: sheemy]
ah, baow, baow
word to my dead, like
this my last track dissin’ n*ggas, like
p*ssy*ass n*ggas, word to my mother, like
n*ggas gotta get back, what the f*ck? (grrah)

[chorus: sheemy]
oh, he tried to run to his death?
ain’t no gettin’ away out of breath (baow, baow)
i keep cl!ckin’ ’til i’m goin’ deaf
like, tg got lucky, should’ve died on the steps (should’ve died on the steps, k on the beat)
f*ck dissin’, but i’m fessed
f*ck dp, he got left (f*ck dp)
dp sliders, we got stretched (nxtro, you too turnt up)
let me check on the boy, somethin’ yet, like, d*mn

[verse 1: sheemy]
y’all thought i was done with the dissin’
but i guess that these n*ggas don’t listen (n*ggas don’t learn)
mans just died, went missin’
and none of mine died, is you sh*ttin’? (but none of mine dead)
like, let me just run into vechy, last drill, yeah, i threw me a ten piece (word to bro)
so many shots, left the clip on empty
noah can’t speak what we did out that renty (shh)
like, these n*ggas be cappin’ for views
n*gga said that they seen me and threw (n*ggas just cappin’)
word to my deads, yeah, they got me confused
’cause the last n*gga flocked got put on the news
like, vechy was duckin’ with mommy
you forgot? almost died in the lobby
if that was me, would’ve caught me a body
like, n*ggas ain’t stupid, they dumb if they try me
so i don’t know why these n*ggas on d*ck
like vucki, i ride with a stick
lil’ 80 got poked in his hip
like, tg got shot, got lined by a b*tch (got lined by a thot)
i’m a demon, i stay out the mix
two twin chops, just me and bro sticks
can’t come around if you dont got a hip
’cause that’s word to my deads, i done upped it and fl!cked (like, word to my dead)
[chorus: sheemy & mula gzz]
oh, he tried to run to his death?
ain’t no gettin’ away out of breath
i keep cl!ckin’ ’til i’m goin’ deaf
like, tg got lucky, should’ve died on the steps (k on the beat)
f*ck dissin’, but i’m fessed
f*ck dp, he got left
dp sliders, we got stretched (nxtro, you too turnt up)
let me check on the boy, somethin’ yet, like d*mn (oh my god)

[verse 2: mula gzz]
on the 8s, where the f*ck is ls? (where he at?)
time to show these n*ggas how we step (like what?)
heard that dp got hit all in his chest (baow, baow)
yes, n*gga, we do it the best (like, d*mn)
hop out, i’ma go through with the tec (like what?)
n*gga, we do it the best (baow, baow)
hop out, i’ma go through with the tec (grraow, like, go, like, go)
oh, they wanna link? say that (say that)
ebk, let’s go flock on a maybach (like, ebk)
f*ck daequan, i wasn’t gonna say that (dp)
trippy, n*ggas know my n*ggas made that (trippy)
if he voice, i turn him to a ghost (d*mn)
ebk all my n*ggas know (baow, baow)
at 300, never was a joke (baow, baow)
and free ai and relly, left me all alone (baow, baow, baow)
me and sheemy got sticky with us (we got who?)
tg got hit, how the f*ck he get up? (how the f*ck he get up?)
d*mn, n*gga should’ve been a blunt (like what?)
f*ck it, we gon’ roll the dp up (dp)
vechy keep dissin’, he ain’t get enough (he what?)
this time, he ain’t gon’ get to duck (grraow, grraow)
free 730, n*gga kinda dumb (free 30)
like, he gon’ bring the switchy or the drum (baow, baow)

- sheemy lyrics

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