Sledgren
Dreamer on the beat, wake up

[Verse 1: Nuskii]
Young n***a do this shit with ease huh
By any means, couple tricks still up my sleeve huh
Came from nothing still got packs off in abundance
Watch how you move I know some n***as really on it
Too precise for my opponent
Nobody safe, foe nem came to play
So who gone die today
I switch my style they say I change but in my heart I been this way
Youngest out the crowd and still I rise to my profound
I still won’t make a sound, I know these n***as feel now
And bitch you know my side, you get hit with 9
Leave yo mama crying
Shots fired, still up onnat shit
So don’t test thе G
Shit get gutta when you over еast
Couple Glocks a piece
Known for all the static, n***as try me watch he rest in peace

[Verse 2: Tramaine]
Tell me who gone ride
And I got twos inside my main account
These hoes be hanging on
I ain’t on shit outside from hanging out
You know my 6 my 5 my 2 my side my homies banged it out
The way we played it fade by fade shit I'm surprised we made it out
You know my guys will take your gal and one of my partners play with pounds
You know I cock it blaze your spot up before your cars can make they rounds
I pay my promise back and bounce he rest in peace
Say RIP the opps get lonely losing partners to the beef
They know my G's, you know I would rather lose my peace before I lose my people
Two time felon types within my reach just in case you lose your ego
Best watch how you move where we go, I got clips with sequels shhhh
You know that bitch gone speak like it can’t keep a secret n***a
You know my doggies is off the leash and out your league lil n***a
Pit frame to a beagle n***a whip change with the seasons n***a

[Verse 3: Skiinny]
Right or wrong you know I ride for mine, hit me right on time
We send a hit you know you crossed the line
He must be out his mind, bitch you can’t step to one of mine
Couple gangstas on my side, n***as snakes I’m not surprised
I don’t fuck wit that n***a, he ain’t one of my guys
I was out all night when my homie had died
These n***as don’t step these n***as go live
Try step on my shit that shit don’t fly
Yo bitch in the back and she down for the ride
I’ll get yo lo tell you come outside, you think it’s yo bitch it’s me and the guys
He was talkin that shit, man at least he tried
I’m with the Mobb n***as know my side
Over East you know we hang lil n***a, quick to bang on a n***a
Da fuckin G and you a stain lil n***a I keep a nameless killer
Pussy n***a keep yo pockets tucked them n***as hot as fuck
You earned yo stripes when you picked that rocket up and dumped outside the truck

[Verse 4: Vince Ash]
It’s the gwalla folk, two dolla G
2MTC this yompa scream
Sealing packs of ya dah mean
Ain’t dropping less than 17
Eastside down to each side
Known to beat a price and get em touched
What I say on the other one
Shit you in better hands you fuck wit us
I promise, .4. ounce bounce, you come up out that
Peekin where yo house at, the boys know we was bout that
Pray yo soul to keep, a pole a piece, you won’t get close to me
If folks had got em dusted, no discussion, he where he supposed to be
Yo BM wanna role with me, tell her I need parts in that
Blap her back, gasping, like she bout ta have a heart attack
ARs attached, Rutgers, Drakes and Glocks, stop it’s hammer time
Wop taught me to flip a pack and I did it bout 30 times