[Intro: Lil JayRollin]
Westside, nigga, this Lil JayRollin, cuz
Shout out my young nigga S5 and [?]
I love you cuz, [?], nigga
You already know, on the dead homies, cuz
[Verse 1: Stoneda5th]
24 [?], we well-known for hoppin' out on feet
I know a couple opps that told, but they still walk the streets
Five-seveN Ruger take his soul if he bang UFC
[?], run my fades before I went to sleep
See an opp, burn him up, they can't walk the main line
The homie told me he was facing time, we was on FaceTime
Every time they diss the gang, another opp die
We know the truth, you told the truth when they offered you life
5.57 hit his head and got stuck in his skull
If they slide, you gon' choke, free Grimey Dawg, free the Locs
YTB don't hang with brokes, I've been tryna tag a toe
I've been tryna up the score, if we trippin', we ain't do it
He can't be from where I'm from, we ain't doin' recruitings
If they spinnin' 'round this block, ain't no duckin', we shootin'
Infant squabble anybody, ain't no picking and choosing
He was dissing for attention, so he died by his self
Gave him thirty-three shots 'cause he kept yellin'
I had to run fades in the pit, ain't no backpedaling
We all had straps, CRASH burnt us and we all bailed
The homie got booked for a body, couldn't post no bail
I ain't worried 'bout havin' friends, we all dyin' by ourself
Another opp died, it's a cold bummer
Shut the garage, light him up, gave him cold thunder
Ain't worried 'bout you bitches, you bitches basic
Gang slidin' by myself, don't need an allegation
Everybody not your friend, gotta keep your distance
I ain't want a scope, done hopped out for my first mission
Glock 26, I'ma do life, I end up slippin'
[Chorus: TC4]
Ayy, gang slidin', hit that block, then make that left
Where are these niggas at that be sayin' fuck the set?
Pull up on my opp bitch, she know she come with a check
You ain't never slid or did shit, you get no respect
Ayy, gang slidin', hit that block, then make that left
Where are these niggas at that be sayin' fuck the set?
Pull up on my opp bitch, she know she come with a check
You ain't never slid or did shit, you get no respect
[Verse 2: TC4]
We ran that nigga out the set, but you still hangin' with him
It's politics with any nigga, ain't no favoritism
You seen an opp and ain't do shit, why you bangin', nigga?
They peace treatin', that's the reason I don't hang with niggas
Ayy [?] this shit get lonely
And if you really want my head, you gotta come show me
I got it on me, you get— I barely fight my homies
And I been fucked up in the head since they took Goldy
Game time, we drop shells, lookin' like the beach
Nigga ask me where I'm from, West Coast, 30th Street
We had to X some niggas out, can't let myself sink
I had a dream I chased you down, now I feel like Meek
And we be posted at the park, but we don't like to play
I'm twenty-one, but I be always yellin' 30s Gang
And if they catch me with my brother, still don't know his name
Play dumb and get to actin' like I'm Marlon Wayans
[Chorus: TC4]
Ayy, gang slidin', hit that block, then make that left
Where are these niggas at that be sayin' fuck the set?
Pull up on my opp bitch, she know she come with a check
You ain't never slid or did shit, you get no respect
Ayy, gang slidin', hit that block, then make that left
Where are these niggas at that be sayin' fuck the set?
Pull up on my opp bitch, she know she come with a check
You ain't never slid or did shit, you get no respect
[Outro: TC4]
Ayy, gang slidin', hit that block, then make that left
Pull up on my opp bitch, she know she come with a check
You ain't never slid or did shit, you get no respect
