Slide (Remix)
Ayy, Ewell, I don't want no autotune (ayy, you know lately)
Fuck all that shit, this how they want me to come (Sauce)
(We've been on a whole lotta gang shit, you know, never lane switch)
So this how I'm coming, yeah, aah (gang-gang since potty train, all that shit, nigga)
Oh, this how you coming, too? (Nah, for real)
(Lil-Lil-Lil-Lil Riico Got The Sauce)
Gang-gang, turn up
This a real nigga party, you cannot get in (ooh)
Bussin' off the mid (ooh), foe 'nem off the Xans (bitch)
I can't shake yo' hand (huh), no, I'm not yo' friend (huh)
I don't fuck with rappers (unh-uh), no, I'm not a fan, damn (huh)
Niggas really shootin' on accident (ooh)
I can't make this shit up (I can't), I cannot pretend (nah), damn (for real)
And I heard you know who shot yo' mans (pussy, hahahaha)
You ain't tryna slide, so don't be actin' like you is (pussy, aah)
'Cause if you gon' slide, pussy nigga, then slide then (slide, slide)
Let me see some fuckin' shots fired then (grrah, daah, daah)
Make me shoot that crib up you hidin' in (bah, bah, bah)
Don't wanna hear them loud sounds, then be quiet then (aah, bitch)
You don't wanna hear that frrt, then shh (frrt, 'rrah)
'Fore I sneak up on you wit' that pew-pew-pew, uh (ooh)
Ridin' with that wish-a-nigga-would (huh, skrrt)
This right here'll turn a nigga name into a hood, huh
Bumped into a bitch I knew in high school (bitch)
Look, been tried to fuck you, bitch, you past due (bitch)
You remember you was dissin' in the classroom, huh, huh (bitch)
Now you tryna top me in the bathroom, huh
You wasn't out here with the gang, bitch, ya lied (aah)
You wasn't duckin' from the 12, totin' the iron (aah, bitch)
I can't trust you, bitch, if you not one of mines (nah, nah, nah)
We don't need no new niggas, yeah, bitch we fine, hah (money)
This a real nigga party, you cannot get in (ooh)
Bussin' off the mid (ooh), foe 'nem off the Xans (bitch)
I can't shake yo' hand (huh), no, I'm not yo' friend (huh)
I don't fuck with rappers (unh-uh), no, I'm not a fan, damn (huh)
Niggas really shootin' on accident (for real)
I can't make this shit up (nah), I cannot pretend (damn), damn (damn)
And I heard you know who shot yo' mans (for real?)
You ain't tryna slide, so don't be actin' like you is (pussy)
'Cause if you gon' slide, pussy nigga, then slide then (slide, slide)
Let me see some fuckin' shots fired then (grrah, daah, daah)
Make me shoot that crib up you hidin' in (huh? Huh? What?)
Don't wanna hear them loud sounds, then be quiet then (what? What? Say what? Say what?)
Let me see you slide (straight up)
Sixth grade, on my kids, I had a deuce-five (on God)
Slaughter Gang rep' that dagger, don't get crucified (on God)
Glock 33 with the thirty hangin' out, I swear my trigger finger itchin' (21)
After the candlelight, we pushin' up, shoot the funeral up (straight up)
You think 'cause you went and tatted your face, that shit make you tough? (Straight up)
Saiga-12 and I filled it with slugs, thought he got with a buzz (straight up)
This bitch trippin', tryna FaceTime, I'm tryna catch me a nut (21)
Roll the window down (yeah), stick the choppers out (yeah)
Fuck a diss song (straight up), nigga, let's shoot it out (straight up, straight up)
Lace my boots up (21), put the coupes up (21)
Grab a hotbox (on God), time to shoot stuff (on God)
Savage from the 6, where they tote a lot of big shit (on God)
Savage pop a lot of shit, like that nigga bombproof (straight up)
Hit his car so many times, the Draco made a sunroof (straight up)
Fuck a fistfight, I'ma show you what these guns do (21, 21, 21)
The streets raised me, I'm a bastard (straight up, straight up)
All these bodies, went and hired me a pastor (yeah-yeah)
Mossberg hit his chest and gave that nigga asthma (21)
Middle school to high school, I was stealin' plasmas
This a real nigga party, you cannot get in (ooh)
Bussin' off the mid (ooh), foe 'nem off the Xans (bitch)
I can't shake yo' hand (huh), no, I'm not yo' friend (huh)
I don't fuck with rappers (unh-uh), no, I'm not a fan, damn (huh)
Niggas really shootin' on accident (for real)
I can't make this shit up (nah), I cannot pretend, damn
And I heard you know who shot yo' mans (for real?)
You ain't tryna slide, so don't be actin' like you is (pussy)
'Cause if you gon' slide, pussy nigga, then slide then (slide, slide)
Let me see some fuckin' shots fired then (grrah, daah, daah)
Make me shoot that crib up you hidin' in (bah, bah, bah)
Don't wanna hear them loud sounds, then be quiet then (aah)
Fuck all that shit, this how they want me to come (Sauce)
(We've been on a whole lotta gang shit, you know, never lane switch)
So this how I'm coming, yeah, aah (gang-gang since potty train, all that shit, nigga)
Oh, this how you coming, too? (Nah, for real)
(Lil-Lil-Lil-Lil Riico Got The Sauce)
Gang-gang, turn up
This a real nigga party, you cannot get in (ooh)
Bussin' off the mid (ooh), foe 'nem off the Xans (bitch)
I can't shake yo' hand (huh), no, I'm not yo' friend (huh)
I don't fuck with rappers (unh-uh), no, I'm not a fan, damn (huh)
Niggas really shootin' on accident (ooh)
I can't make this shit up (I can't), I cannot pretend (nah), damn (for real)
And I heard you know who shot yo' mans (pussy, hahahaha)
You ain't tryna slide, so don't be actin' like you is (pussy, aah)
'Cause if you gon' slide, pussy nigga, then slide then (slide, slide)
Let me see some fuckin' shots fired then (grrah, daah, daah)
Make me shoot that crib up you hidin' in (bah, bah, bah)
Don't wanna hear them loud sounds, then be quiet then (aah, bitch)
You don't wanna hear that frrt, then shh (frrt, 'rrah)
'Fore I sneak up on you wit' that pew-pew-pew, uh (ooh)
Ridin' with that wish-a-nigga-would (huh, skrrt)
This right here'll turn a nigga name into a hood, huh
Bumped into a bitch I knew in high school (bitch)
Look, been tried to fuck you, bitch, you past due (bitch)
You remember you was dissin' in the classroom, huh, huh (bitch)
Now you tryna top me in the bathroom, huh
You wasn't out here with the gang, bitch, ya lied (aah)
You wasn't duckin' from the 12, totin' the iron (aah, bitch)
I can't trust you, bitch, if you not one of mines (nah, nah, nah)
We don't need no new niggas, yeah, bitch we fine, hah (money)
This a real nigga party, you cannot get in (ooh)
Bussin' off the mid (ooh), foe 'nem off the Xans (bitch)
I can't shake yo' hand (huh), no, I'm not yo' friend (huh)
I don't fuck with rappers (unh-uh), no, I'm not a fan, damn (huh)
Niggas really shootin' on accident (for real)
I can't make this shit up (nah), I cannot pretend (damn), damn (damn)
And I heard you know who shot yo' mans (for real?)
You ain't tryna slide, so don't be actin' like you is (pussy)
'Cause if you gon' slide, pussy nigga, then slide then (slide, slide)
Let me see some fuckin' shots fired then (grrah, daah, daah)
Make me shoot that crib up you hidin' in (huh? Huh? What?)
Don't wanna hear them loud sounds, then be quiet then (what? What? Say what? Say what?)
Let me see you slide (straight up)
Sixth grade, on my kids, I had a deuce-five (on God)
Slaughter Gang rep' that dagger, don't get crucified (on God)
Glock 33 with the thirty hangin' out, I swear my trigger finger itchin' (21)
After the candlelight, we pushin' up, shoot the funeral up (straight up)
You think 'cause you went and tatted your face, that shit make you tough? (Straight up)
Saiga-12 and I filled it with slugs, thought he got with a buzz (straight up)
This bitch trippin', tryna FaceTime, I'm tryna catch me a nut (21)
Roll the window down (yeah), stick the choppers out (yeah)
Fuck a diss song (straight up), nigga, let's shoot it out (straight up, straight up)
Lace my boots up (21), put the coupes up (21)
Grab a hotbox (on God), time to shoot stuff (on God)
Savage from the 6, where they tote a lot of big shit (on God)
Savage pop a lot of shit, like that nigga bombproof (straight up)
Hit his car so many times, the Draco made a sunroof (straight up)
Fuck a fistfight, I'ma show you what these guns do (21, 21, 21)
The streets raised me, I'm a bastard (straight up, straight up)
All these bodies, went and hired me a pastor (yeah-yeah)
Mossberg hit his chest and gave that nigga asthma (21)
Middle school to high school, I was stealin' plasmas
This a real nigga party, you cannot get in (ooh)
Bussin' off the mid (ooh), foe 'nem off the Xans (bitch)
I can't shake yo' hand (huh), no, I'm not yo' friend (huh)
I don't fuck with rappers (unh-uh), no, I'm not a fan, damn (huh)
Niggas really shootin' on accident (for real)
I can't make this shit up (nah), I cannot pretend, damn
And I heard you know who shot yo' mans (for real?)
You ain't tryna slide, so don't be actin' like you is (pussy)
'Cause if you gon' slide, pussy nigga, then slide then (slide, slide)
Let me see some fuckin' shots fired then (grrah, daah, daah)
Make me shoot that crib up you hidin' in (bah, bah, bah)
Don't wanna hear them loud sounds, then be quiet then (aah)
Credits
Writer(s): Shayaa Bin Abraham-joseph, Kyriakos Seitaridis, Carlton Weekly
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