[Intro: Ciggy Black]
Structure
Babies, babies
TMO
Ho-ho-ho

[Verse 1: Bizzy Banks & Ciggy Black]
Oh, you toting Glocks? Pass me the tre pizzy (Grah, grah)
Come to your block like, "Yo, Cigg", throw up mack and I piece Ciggy (Babies, babies)
Don't trip 'cause the breesh with me
For my crippies, I'll crack out
JJ gon' back out, clear the whole background
You hear them gun sounds, grrt-da-bap
My shooters pop out when they moving too tac'
If we outside, it's like two or three straps
Uh, they is not tough enough
They better structure up (Bitch)
'Fore this shit get critical
Left his bitch looking all miserable
Too many Glocks, we could pick and choose
If you bluff on the Brim, that's a stupid move
Get a TD and I act like Victor Cruz
Tell them, tell them n***as don't play with us
My shooter don't care, he too dangerous
We the smoke you don't want, n***a, angel dust
And if you want us dead, then come aim at us
Plus I won't say no names when they takin' us
Get it, take it
The breesh be the reason she naked
Too many shots and I don't need no aimin'
She know what to do 'cause I put her in trainin'
[Chorus: Bizzy Banks & Ciggy Black]
Is you gon' slide or what? (Slide or what?)
Is you gon' ride or what? (Ride or what?)
If shit gettin' litty (If shit getting litty), uh, is you ready to die or what? (Is you ready to— Baow)
Pop out (Graow), is you ready to slide or what? (Slid)
Is you ready to (Yo, slid), uh, is you ready to die or what?

[Verse 2: Ciggy Black]
Is you ready to die or what?
Take his soul, now his body stuck
Panicking mannequin, out of luck
Finish him, diligence, pedal's bust
Please don't chopper bluff
TJ, he with me, he skeet, that's the gun, ain't no drip talk
Get him picked off
Do his criss-cross
Yo Sleezy, Yo Bizzy
Here go the four-fizzy
Two, three shots have him running, Ricky
Got plenty
Bullets is mixed, so the feds is confused when we empty
Look, when we slide, get them doors open
See a ghost out the trunk when the Sleez uppin'
End of discussion
That's structure
Get to a bag, I'm upper
Out the window
Watch 'em sketch up the block, no stencil
Take the plate off the ride, we bend through
Paramedics'll ride, we send you
Know the Devil and God, we friends too
Pop his top like Ciroq or something
When it's a shot, ain't no coaching
Me and Blizzo, we scorching
Like the shark, you ain't swag like some shore fish
[Chorus: Bizzy Banks & Ciggy Black]
Is you gon' slide or what?
Is you gon' ride or what?
If shit gettin' litty (If shit getting what?), uh, is you ready to die or what? (Is you ready to?)
Pop out (Pop out, pop out), is you ready to slide or what (Grah, grah)
Is you ready to (Is you ready to?), uh, is you ready to die or what
Is you gon' slide or what? (What?)
Is you gon' ride or what?
If shit gettin' litty, uh, is you ready to die or what? (Let's get it)
Pop out (Grah, grah), is you ready to slide or what? (Boom, boom)
Is you ready to (Is you ready to?), uh, is you ready to die or what?

[Outro: Ciggy Black]
Pop out, is you ready to slide or what?
Is you ready to, is you ready to slide or what?
Grah
Pop out
Crack out