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letra de slide and clap - rell havoc

[intro: rell havoc]
ayy, yeah, yeah (ayy, what?)
rell havoc, b-tch (huh, yeah)
y’all know what this is (ayy, yeah)
f-ckin’ slide, run it up, let’s get it (brrt, brrt)
yeah, we hittin’ everything, i don’t give a f-ck (woo, woo)

[chorus: rell havoc]
we slide and clap, f-ck the fake-ass n-ggas (brrt, brrt)
we count them racks, leave they block in figures (woo, woo)
we move like ghosts, no face, we sluggin’ triggers (skrrt, skrrt)
we run the ops, leave they sh-t in litter (bah, bah)
we slide and clap, f-ck the fake-ass n-ggas (brrt, brrt)
we count them racks, leavе they block in figures (woo, woo)
we movе like ghosts, no face, we sluggin’ triggers (skrrt, skrrt)
we run the ops, leave they sh-t in litter (bah, bah)

[verse 1: rell havoc]
b-tch, i been ridin’ all night, glock tucked, aim steady (brrt, brrt)
if you fake, i’ll murk you quick, don’t test me, i’m ready (woo, woo)
hundred-round drum, yeah, that b-tch go crazy (crazy)
pull up on your block, leave your whole set hazy (skrrt)
n-ggas slidin’ on they homies, i see that sh-t clearly (yeah)
i ain’t playin’ no games, leave a body yearly (bah)
percs in my cup, syrup dirty, yeah, it’s sticky (sippin’, sippin’)
i been gettin’ my bread, i don’t need no pity (nah)
fake-ass n-ggas talkin’, they gon’ catch it sloppy (brrt)
i’m in designer from my head down to my hockey (woo)
if a b-tch slide on me, i’ll clap the whole opps team (bah, bah)
runnin’ through the city, all my youngins scream (skrrt, skrrt)
all these n-ggas switchin’, snitchin’ on they fam (yeah)
i been loyal to the ones who got me from the jam (woo)
if you postin’ on the ‘gram, best believe we see it (we see it)
all that talk about clout? boy, i don’t believe it (nah)
we gon’ slide with them drums, leave your block defeated (brrt, brrt)
i been movin’ real silent, pockets on swole (woo)
f-ck a fake-ass n-gga, yeah, i’m takin’ they soul (bah)
we hit ‘em quick, no hesitation, no remorse (skrrt)
if it’s beef, we gon’ handle that sh-t, full force (yeah, full force)
i’m the real in this game, every line, every verse (woo)
leave a mark on they set, make ‘em pray for a he-rs- (bah, bah)
[verse 2: g herbo]
ayy, yeah (herbo, herbo), uh
b-tch, i slide with my youngins, yeah, we wildin’ (brrt, brrt)
f-ck that fake-ass crew, we don’t do no profilin’ (nah)
every block we hit, leave ‘em duckin’, they cryin’ (bah)
we been movin’ in silence, now the whole ops dyin’ (woo)
i been countin’ dirty money while you chasin’ clout (clout)
i don’t f-ck with no snitch, leave the fake ones out (nah)
if you step in my way, we gon’ spray that pole (brrt, brrt)
leave your city on fire, everybody know my role (bah, bah)
i been ridin’ with my day ones, loyalty strong (strong)
all these n-ggas cappin’, yeah, they been wrong (wrong)
i ain’t scared of no opps, we gon’ slide on ‘em (skrrt)
leave ‘em tatted in the streets, man, it won’t take long (brrt)
percs in my system, sippin’ muddy like syrup (sippin’, sippin’)
if you fake, i’ll murk you, leave your crew in the dirt, bruh (bah)
we been steady countin’ racks, you been broke and talkin’ (talkin’)
now you see us on the block, guns out, we walkin’ (skrrt)
i don’t give a f-ck, this that real street narrative (narrative)
slide, clap, repeat, make sure everybody live it (brrt, brrt)
i ain’t playin’ no games, all these threats get erased (erased)
leave a mark in your hood, we don’t leave a trace (woo)
f-ck a fake-ass label, we gon’ run this sh-t (run this sh-t)
runnin’ up the ops, whole city feel this hit (brrt, brrt)

[chorus: rell havoc & g herbo]
we slide and clap, f-ck the fake-ass n-ggas (brrt, brrt)
we count them racks, leave they block in figures (woo, woo)
we move like ghosts, no face, we sluggin’ triggers (skrrt, skrrt)
we run the ops, leave they sh-t in litter (bah, bah)
we slide and clap, f-ck the fake-ass n-ggas (brrt, brrt)
we count them racks, leave they block in figures (woo, woo)
we move like ghosts, no face, we sluggin’ triggers (skrrt, skrrt)
we run the ops, leave they sh-t in litter (bah, bah)
[outro: rell havoc]
havocboyz ent., only the family
if you fake, get the clap
we ridin’ with the youngins, leave the block in trash
this a street diss, we don’t play, brrt, brrt

- rell havoc

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