Slide
Told her with this rap shit I'm a prodigy
Every city in the world feel like they proud of me
And Imma make some shit that you just gotta see
Still it's niggas I came up with taking shots at me
Take it outside
Pack it up ride
You know how a nigga like me slide
You know how a nigga like me slide
Take it outside
Pack it up ride
You know how a nigga like me slide
You know how a nigga like me slide
I don't think you understand, ooh
Nigga I'm the man
Got it out the bottom of the can
Now I'm in demand
Now I gotta lotta fucking fans
Imma turn them all up into stans
Yeah this shit was planned
Freshest damn glow up since the clan
Wu-Tang and Duran Duran
Meets Donald Glover with a sprinkle of that dude that made "DAMN"
Add some indie records and some shit to make you dance
And what you get is the best damn thing
To happen to this country since the moon landing
Since Tommy got dubbed by Eli Manning
Daily double on mic, word to Ken Jennings
Yeah I rap and sing, and I write, make beats
So the hype can't cease, I supply straight heat
I don't like to make comparisons 'cause no one like me
I don't fit into your bubbles 'cause that don't excite me
Niggas talk down on my talent simply tryna spite me
Will they ever humble me? I don't think it's likely
Don't cross me, motherfucker tread lightly
We could all be friends, no need to ignite me
Make so many damn hits they just can't deny me
And a joy to be around, yeah a nigga lively
When I drop niggas lose it like a fucking hypebeast
I be chillin, niggas ain't disturbing my peace
Told her with this rap shit I'm a prodigy
Every city in the world feel like they proud of me
And Imma make some shit that you just gotta see
Still it's niggas I came up with taking shots at me
Take it outside
Pack it up ride
You know how a nigga like me slide
You know how a nigga like me slide
Take it outside
Pack it up ride
You know how a nigga like me slide
You know how a nigga like me slide
Got me sliding like brrrrrrrr on the beat tho
Tip toeing in my J's like I'm Simco
Too easy this shit was like a free throw
Made my face a brand, got aligners on my teeth hoe
And my flames got flames, my name gon' ring
And my stains go stain and my chain go bling
And fing gon' aim, stacking green romaine
I just rap and sing baby do my thing
Aye, put her in the thigh highs
Make her come outside smile and wave when I drive by
Uh and I stay with the pipe when I lay by her side never stray from the top 5
Back when I was 5 want the chain with the Roc
Nowadays fuck around and catching me singing the rock
All the lames gotta stop
Find ya lane you are not
In the same kinda brain space
Ain't really hot like
Ayyy ooohh
Muhhhfuckas stayed talking shit; kept the receipts
Instant with the flames I ain't even gotta pre heat
Yeah buddy, Heard your track, it was feces
Said I say too many words, get to to the theses
Done with the experiment, rinse out the petri
Dish like a satellite, dish like I'm CP3
Look at me, been the boy like I'm Beastie
When I'm on the track, bring the horns in like beep beep
And my girl got that splah, got the squeak squeak
Come thru with the yuh tryna squeeze me
Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me
And I give it to ya just how ya like
You know how a nigga like me slide
Take it outside
Pack it up ride
You know how a nigga like me slide
You know how a nigga like me slide
Take it outside
Pack it up ride
You know how a nigga like me slide
You know how a nigga like me slide
Say Scumbag
Scumbag
Scumbag
Scumbag
Say Scumbag
Scumbag
Scumbag
Scumbag
Every city in the world feel like they proud of me
And Imma make some shit that you just gotta see
Still it's niggas I came up with taking shots at me
Take it outside
Pack it up ride
You know how a nigga like me slide
You know how a nigga like me slide
Take it outside
Pack it up ride
You know how a nigga like me slide
You know how a nigga like me slide
I don't think you understand, ooh
Nigga I'm the man
Got it out the bottom of the can
Now I'm in demand
Now I gotta lotta fucking fans
Imma turn them all up into stans
Yeah this shit was planned
Freshest damn glow up since the clan
Wu-Tang and Duran Duran
Meets Donald Glover with a sprinkle of that dude that made "DAMN"
Add some indie records and some shit to make you dance
And what you get is the best damn thing
To happen to this country since the moon landing
Since Tommy got dubbed by Eli Manning
Daily double on mic, word to Ken Jennings
Yeah I rap and sing, and I write, make beats
So the hype can't cease, I supply straight heat
I don't like to make comparisons 'cause no one like me
I don't fit into your bubbles 'cause that don't excite me
Niggas talk down on my talent simply tryna spite me
Will they ever humble me? I don't think it's likely
Don't cross me, motherfucker tread lightly
We could all be friends, no need to ignite me
Make so many damn hits they just can't deny me
And a joy to be around, yeah a nigga lively
When I drop niggas lose it like a fucking hypebeast
I be chillin, niggas ain't disturbing my peace
Told her with this rap shit I'm a prodigy
Every city in the world feel like they proud of me
And Imma make some shit that you just gotta see
Still it's niggas I came up with taking shots at me
Take it outside
Pack it up ride
You know how a nigga like me slide
You know how a nigga like me slide
Take it outside
Pack it up ride
You know how a nigga like me slide
You know how a nigga like me slide
Got me sliding like brrrrrrrr on the beat tho
Tip toeing in my J's like I'm Simco
Too easy this shit was like a free throw
Made my face a brand, got aligners on my teeth hoe
And my flames got flames, my name gon' ring
And my stains go stain and my chain go bling
And fing gon' aim, stacking green romaine
I just rap and sing baby do my thing
Aye, put her in the thigh highs
Make her come outside smile and wave when I drive by
Uh and I stay with the pipe when I lay by her side never stray from the top 5
Back when I was 5 want the chain with the Roc
Nowadays fuck around and catching me singing the rock
All the lames gotta stop
Find ya lane you are not
In the same kinda brain space
Ain't really hot like
Ayyy ooohh
Muhhhfuckas stayed talking shit; kept the receipts
Instant with the flames I ain't even gotta pre heat
Yeah buddy, Heard your track, it was feces
Said I say too many words, get to to the theses
Done with the experiment, rinse out the petri
Dish like a satellite, dish like I'm CP3
Look at me, been the boy like I'm Beastie
When I'm on the track, bring the horns in like beep beep
And my girl got that splah, got the squeak squeak
Come thru with the yuh tryna squeeze me
Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me
And I give it to ya just how ya like
You know how a nigga like me slide
Take it outside
Pack it up ride
You know how a nigga like me slide
You know how a nigga like me slide
Take it outside
Pack it up ride
You know how a nigga like me slide
You know how a nigga like me slide
Say Scumbag
Scumbag
Scumbag
Scumbag
Say Scumbag
Scumbag
Scumbag
Scumbag
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Writer(s): Joel Holmes, Ii
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