Hide And Seek

Just spotted a opp, tell the driver, "Stop" Let me hop out the ride, I ain't tryna waste time On the 'net, he was movin' all brave, but live in the flesh, I ain't lettin' him slide Try dash, catch up, get bored from behind Sweets in the .9, tryna fill it with bine Mask on face, I ain't tryna do time Real life, know this is more than rhyme Yo, Miss, you look more than fine Leng one, bad one, keep callin' my line (sweet) Seem like she wanna be more than a friend If that's true, then hold this skeng (hold it) Do you know that we roll with led? Got sticks in the ride like the Polish men (yeah, yeah) Why'd you think that we dodge from the police-men? Say you're on me, then show me then Fits get burned, and tools get cleaned We slide on them, don't slide on we Gliding where? Stop lyin', please Feel like a game of hide-and-seek We seek, and them boy hide We tell facts, and them boy lie (we do) We glide on them, them boy don't ride Don't ask why I'm wid it, I love my life Fits get burned, and tools get cleaned We slide on them, don't slide on we Gliding where? Stop lyin', please Feel like a game of hide-and-seek We seek, and them boy hide We tell facts, and them boy lie (we do) We glide on them, them boy don't ride Don't ask why I'm wid it, I love my life Nerds wanna rap on drill and ain't done one drill These guys ain't about this (isn't it, isn't it) Fuck what anyone says, we're the wildest Their block ain't hot, it's the mildest (hahahaha) Niggas get cheffed, take pics in the hospital bed but then jump on the 'net and act childish (Nigga's commentin' angry, we killed his friend) The weakest guy is the loudest Step, step, step, repetitive Ten shootings last year, consecutive (baow-baow) Why they act like they done that and never did? Fuck my cousins, I hate my relatives Search up, "- -'," you will see a car filled up with bine (bah, bah, bah) Sixteen shots in his whip, we emptied the clip, tell me I'm lyin' Fits get burned, and tools get cleaned We slide on them, don't slide on we Gliding where? Stop lyin', please Feel like a game of hide-and-seek (it does) We seek, and them boy hide We tell facts, and them boy lie (they do) We glide on them, them boy don't ride Don't ask why I'm wid it, I love my life Fits get burned, and tools get cleaned We slide on them, don't slide on we Gliding where? Stop lyin', please Feel like a game of hide-and-seek (it does) We seek, and them boy hide We tell facts, and them boy lie (they do) We glide on them, them boy don't ride Don't ask why I'm wid it, I love my life