How We Slide

We got fifties
Extensions
That's just how we slide

It get wicked
In the trenches
You scared don't come outside

We still crippin'
Bitch, get wit it
We got niggas still bangin' five

Get a quarter pound of that dog food
While I'm pushin' merch on the side

Fifties
Extensions
That's just how we slide

It get wicked
In the trenches
You scared don't come outside

We still crippin'
Bitch, get wit it
We got niggas still bangin' five

Get a quarter pound of that dog food
While I'm pushin' merch on the side

She a mistress
Just listen
She must be feelin' my vibe

All in my business
Just listen
You must be out yo mind

Keep shit fendi
Bitch, get busy
Eat that dick like corn on the cob

I'm in Dubai
Bitch, I ain't worried bout a opp
Them niggas on the net, and they flodge

I was just workin' a nine to five
Pushin' a dolly, yea, right on a dock

Cuz turnt me up
I was playin' wit that pot
Look how that crispy
It turn into rock

I'm on vacation
I'm settin' up shop
How he drop triple doubles
Ain't een on the block

She reached in my pants
And she felt on the glock
I'm breakin' her in
Yea, right in the loft

And she keep it gutta
She know I'm the boss
I bought her some Saks Fifth
Cut out that Ross

This bitch here a dog
Takin' the condom off
You know that she suck till it's soft

Treat her like a star
We go from mall to mall
She know Ion care what it cost

I tell her be confident baby
Keep poppin' yo shit
Them bitches, they know who you are

We got fifties, extensions
That's just how we slide
It get wicked in the trenches
You scared don't come outside

We still crippin'
Bitch, get wit it
We got niggas still bangin' five

Get a quarter pound of that dog food
While I'm pushin' merch on the side

We got fifties, extensions
That's just how we slide
It get wicked in the trenches
You scared don't come outside

We still crippin'
Bitch, get wit it
We got niggas still bangin' five

Get a quarter pound of that dog food
While I'm pushin' merch on the side

Young nigga a rida
I ain't have a dollar
Can't wait till the day
That I'm livin' in decadence

I move like a Dada
I'm poppin' my collar
I'm drippin'
Lil nigga you see what I'm steppin' in

She think I'm providin'
Lil baby be wildin'
She not gettin' nada
Don't care if you heaven sent

You wasn't there wit me
When I couldn't represent
Only wan' fuck
And just nut on yo melanin

Cuz now I'm the shit
When I piss, it be excellence
I slide on the track
And my groove be so elegant

Spittin' that crack
In the booth, be my element

I get to them racks
It's the truth, like a settlement

Lost my bro Blo
And been cold since the severance

Pull up to functions
We sneakin' the weapon in

Don't do no fightin'
We ain't on no Tekken shit
Them bullets be hot
And it ain't no deflectin' it

I don't do no flodgin'
I wan' be the hottest
Get mama a crib
And Lil Woah out the projects

That show Ima rock it
Just send the deposit
Can't get in wit them rockets
That boy betta stop it

Back then was a option
But now I'm the topic
I'm gon talk my shit
And they love when I pop it

These hoes gonna flock
When I run up my pockets
And a nigga gon drop if he try
Ain't no cockin'

We got fifties, extensions
That's just how we slide
It get wicked in the trenches
You scared don't come outside

We still crippin'
Bitch, get wit it
We got niggas still bangin' five

Get a quarter pound of that dog food
While I'm pushin' merch on the side

Fifties, extensions
That's just how we slide
It get wicked in the trenches
You scared don't come outside

We still crippin'
Bitch, get wit it
We got niggas still bangin' five

Get a quarter pound of that dog food
While I'm pushin' merch on the side, unh



Credits
Writer(s): Keonte Bradley
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