(Chorus)

Slide by, eyes closed, too fried

100 degrees when we send fire

Aiming shots at the Trackhawk, tryna pop tires

This ain't war, this is hellfire

(Verse 1)

Pop out when you see me

My little one snatch yo blood like you was anemic, creeping with my demons

I'm like a ghost disappear when you see me

Blue Face pull up to yo' block and bleed it

I'm off my rocker

And we in the kitchen whip it up like betty crocker

Yeah I don't fuck with nobody who's the imposter

Pull up with my Glock ready to pull up on yo partner

Lungs burn from those cigarеttes

Blind fire so we shootin at silhouеttes

Hop out of a four door coupe with more guns than Dylann Roof

LLB until the day my expiration due

(Chorus)

Slide by, eyes closed, too fried

100 degrees when we send fire

Aiming shots at the Trackhawk, tryna pop tires

This ain't war, this is hellfire

(Verse 2)

Ahh, I'm feeling sickening

Codeine got my eyes glistening

Talk shit bitch gon' catch the pistol whip

Got a new grip for that pistol bitch

Like ahh, we don't duck shots

12 gauge shotty came with some buck shots

And my lil shawty came with the butt shots

Anytime any day bitch we'll spin on any block

Like a Beyblade

My blade rip yo' damn face

Did the race like Tay-K

Came out with like 10k, New york to LA

Tryna kick it like Pele, we ain't playing soccer

Got rich with the same gang, but yo' gang dropped ya

(Outro)

Slide by, eyes closed, too fried

100 degrees when we send fire

Aiming shots at the Trackhawk

Tryna pop tires

This ain't war

This is hellfire