Slidin'
Yeah, hol' up bitch, aye
You already know who the fuck it is
Yeah, it's Dre Carr baby
Black card in this hoe
I'll slide on a nigga
Once we beefin', bitch it's up
I turn colder than a blizzard
How you figure Dre Carr ain't gon' step
Nigga you'll get slept
And like a fake pill
I got all these niggas pressed
But that shizzit dizzon't mizzatter to me
Because I'm still the one they be answering to
Dre Carr the boss, niggas be mad
And still rap about shit that they never gon' do
Niggas be mad about shit from the past
Too much time on they hands
They ain't gettin' no money
I wrote "How I Feel" and I caught a nigga "Slippin'"
Best believe it's a rap for a nigga like a mummy
I ain't gotta pop a pill to pop shit at you
I can keep my hands clean
Got connects like Bluetooth
My story is what I'm stickin' to
Bitch I'm the glue
And if you wanna play games with me
Man you gon' take this L too
We ain't gotta talk about what's understood
We gon' slide
Off the goose, so I wish a nigga would
We gon' slide
We outside, fuck nigga. We outside, uh
We gon' slide
Like a MasterCard, nigga we gon slide
We gon' slide, hol' up
We gon' slide on a muhfuckin' nigga, ay
We gon' slide on a muhfuckin' hoe, yea
We gon' slide on a muhfuckin' nigga, yea
Ay, we gon' slide on a muhfuckin' hoe, ay
Hol' up
Yeah, you was lookin' for your hoe. Uh, she with me
Taking sacks to her lips like she Kenny G
Catch me rocking all black like a mob boss
Then I paint yo' bitch face like I'm Bob Ross
See mane I heard about you, you bees a fakin' nigga
Ha, call me Jim Crowe the way I hate these niggas
This skinny nigga so cold, Frozone on a hoe
'Bout my dough, 'bout my cheese. Calzone on a hoe
Haters all in my grill like they name Paul Wall
808s knockin, this beat too nuts like my balls
When the shit goin' left nigga, who you gon' call
I'm goin' apeshit on a nigga. Hi I'm Paul
We ain't gotta talk about what's understood
We gon' slide
Off the goose, so I wish a nigga would
We gon' slide
We outside, fuck nigga. We outside, uh
We gon' slide
Like a MasterCard, nigga we gon slide
We gon' slide, hol' up
We gon' slide on a muhfuckin' nigga, ay
We gon' slide on a muhfuckin' hoe, yea
We gon' slide on a muhfuckin' nigga, yea
Ay, we gon' slide on a muhfuckin' hoe, ay
Hol' up
Here I come, here I go
Uh-oh, don't jump. Bitch move
Here I come, here I go
Uh-oh, don't jump. Bitch move
Here I come, here I go
Uh-oh, don't jump. Bitch move
Here I come, here I go
Uh-oh, don't jump. Bitch move
You already know who the fuck it is
Yeah, it's Dre Carr baby
Black card in this hoe
I'll slide on a nigga
Once we beefin', bitch it's up
I turn colder than a blizzard
How you figure Dre Carr ain't gon' step
Nigga you'll get slept
And like a fake pill
I got all these niggas pressed
But that shizzit dizzon't mizzatter to me
Because I'm still the one they be answering to
Dre Carr the boss, niggas be mad
And still rap about shit that they never gon' do
Niggas be mad about shit from the past
Too much time on they hands
They ain't gettin' no money
I wrote "How I Feel" and I caught a nigga "Slippin'"
Best believe it's a rap for a nigga like a mummy
I ain't gotta pop a pill to pop shit at you
I can keep my hands clean
Got connects like Bluetooth
My story is what I'm stickin' to
Bitch I'm the glue
And if you wanna play games with me
Man you gon' take this L too
We ain't gotta talk about what's understood
We gon' slide
Off the goose, so I wish a nigga would
We gon' slide
We outside, fuck nigga. We outside, uh
We gon' slide
Like a MasterCard, nigga we gon slide
We gon' slide, hol' up
We gon' slide on a muhfuckin' nigga, ay
We gon' slide on a muhfuckin' hoe, yea
We gon' slide on a muhfuckin' nigga, yea
Ay, we gon' slide on a muhfuckin' hoe, ay
Hol' up
Yeah, you was lookin' for your hoe. Uh, she with me
Taking sacks to her lips like she Kenny G
Catch me rocking all black like a mob boss
Then I paint yo' bitch face like I'm Bob Ross
See mane I heard about you, you bees a fakin' nigga
Ha, call me Jim Crowe the way I hate these niggas
This skinny nigga so cold, Frozone on a hoe
'Bout my dough, 'bout my cheese. Calzone on a hoe
Haters all in my grill like they name Paul Wall
808s knockin, this beat too nuts like my balls
When the shit goin' left nigga, who you gon' call
I'm goin' apeshit on a nigga. Hi I'm Paul
We ain't gotta talk about what's understood
We gon' slide
Off the goose, so I wish a nigga would
We gon' slide
We outside, fuck nigga. We outside, uh
We gon' slide
Like a MasterCard, nigga we gon slide
We gon' slide, hol' up
We gon' slide on a muhfuckin' nigga, ay
We gon' slide on a muhfuckin' hoe, yea
We gon' slide on a muhfuckin' nigga, yea
Ay, we gon' slide on a muhfuckin' hoe, ay
Hol' up
Here I come, here I go
Uh-oh, don't jump. Bitch move
Here I come, here I go
Uh-oh, don't jump. Bitch move
Here I come, here I go
Uh-oh, don't jump. Bitch move
Here I come, here I go
Uh-oh, don't jump. Bitch move
Credits
Writer(s): Andre Caruthers
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