Slide

Ayy, Ewell
I don't want no autotune (Ayy, you know, lately)
Fuck all that shit (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)

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, dah)
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 with 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 weren't out here with the gang, bitch, ya lied (Aah)
You weren'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
Bussin' off the mid, foe 'nem off the Xans
I can't shake yo' hand, no, I'm not yo' friend
I don't fuck with rappers, no, I'm not a fan, damn
Niggas really shootin' on accident
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)
Let me see some fuckin' shots fired then (Grrah, daah, daah)
(Ayy, ayy, let me tell y'all a lil' somethin' about me)
Make me shoot that crib up you hidin' in (Bah, bah, bah)
(I'ma talk my shit real quick)
Don't wanna hear them loud sounds, then be quiet then (Aah)

They be like, "Duck, why you don't got a major feature?"
Because I don't like rappers, and I don't want to greet 'em
Fuck around rob them first time I meet them
Same place you catch them, same place you leave them (Huh)
Pussy-ass niggas not allowed in the zoo (Aah)
Fuck wrong with you? Who you talkin' to? Huh
Pussy-ass niggas actin' like they're bulletproof (For real?)

'Til you get your fuckin' top dropped like it's a coupe
Never left the gang (Nah), bitch, I never will (No)
He gets in the jam (Oh), fuck around, squeal (Woah)
Talmbout, "I am" (No), now he think he Will (Woah)
Bitch, that type of shit'll get yo' stupid-ass killed, bitch
This a real nigga party, you cannot get in
Bussin' off the mid, foe 'nem off the Xans
I can't shake a yo' hand, no, I'm not a yo' friend
I don't fuck with rappers, no, I'm not a fan, damn
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 aren'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, dah, dah)
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)



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Writer(s): Kyriakos Seitaridis, Carlton Weekly
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