Slidin'

Momma raised a Soulja I'ma Steppa baby
And the city movin shifty keep a weapon baby
Head on swivel
Cause the shit been gettin hectic lately
Ridin' by lonely but this 30 make a mess of baby
Slidin for my guy every time when I seem
Up the score every time
I don't believe in bein even
Man I couldn't een cry I ain't even wanna believe it
Wild dreams every night the only time I get to see em
This for all my guys
This for my dawgs
Jus kno I'll slide down
When ever you call
This shit hold a hunnid
Hit the switch and the fall
If you were put in my position then I wouldn't wanna be em
Big dawg I bark a lot
I'm with the shit
I'm double parked out in the parkin lot
General I call the shots
I can't mix or beef wit none of you peons
I'm never really into shit
They don't be on what we be on
I'm linked wit mob ties
Killers on all sides
All my niggas from the streets
No dawgs like my guys
And you kno jus what I'm reppin
They don't play about a nigga
Put the chop on a shoe string
They'll spray about a nigga
I been out my mind
Blowin haze in a days
Tell my girl that I'll be straight
And it's prolly jus a phase
She don't kno that ima demon
I be talkin to my K
Tell her chop em when she see em
Hit the switch and let it spray
It's Big Dick Energy
When you ask her what she see in him
Tell em that I see em
Stay the fuck up out her DM's
I leave grinding in the morning
Have her moanin in the pm
Fuck her to her favorite song
Slow and strong Leave her speechless
I be in the trenches
Riding by lonely
I can't be around leaches
Can't believe my nigga Skee was sent home by the preacher
Whole circle gone he was carried by the deacons
All my dawgs turned fake that's straight
Iont need em
My best friend a snake
Now Iont trust preachers
How you gone lead a church but don't practice what he preaching
He don't practice what he preach



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Writer(s): Dre'von Nix
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