Slide (feat. Aubren Jay)
Slide
City lights blinkin baby it's time to mmhmm
Mhmm mmm
Mmhmmmmm
City lights blinking baby it's time to mmhmm
Mhmmm mhmmm
City Lights Blinkin Baby It's Time To Slide
ReFuse To Keep Walking In The Door See Mama Wit Tears In Her Eyes
Don't Let The Window Down
Hop Out Walk Em Down Homicide
Show Me My Cell Before I Yell Out Rest In Peace One Of Mine
City Lights Blinkin Baby It's Time To Slide
Lately I Been Feeling Post Traumatic
Get To Shaking Everytime I Shoot That Glocc
I3 I don't need no practice
Nigga Play On My Top I Don't Care About Sons Gettin To Poppin My Shit Like Sanford
If a nigga Could get Etho bacc for like three four hours
Cash out three four mansions
Lost TY bacc in grade school
One bullet to head ain't Russian Roulette
Choppa Got My First Rollie
Set Of Gold Teeth
How To Roll Tree
Double H Valentines Never Be The Same
Crazy How Them Hoes Be
Baby Loc he was Married To The Game
Hurt a Nigga when he got cold feet
I got like 50 if them Niggas catch em live
Shoot a P.O.V
Huhh Huhh Uhh
They Tryna Turn Me To The Old Me
Retaliation help me fall asleep
Up the score defense 4-3
Put em up top for the same ticcet price
Sit em up in the nose bleeds
Pair a lips will say whatever whenever
Using drastic measures until he don't speak
Niggas Fallin out about petty change apologizing
Talkin about that was the old me
Haha hmm this Nigga talking about that was the old him
Why they always wanna beef
When they in the wrong
Frrlll I'm finna show him
City Lights Blinkin Baby It's Time To Slide
ReFuse To Keep Walking In The Door See Mama Wit Tears In Her Eyes
Don't Let The Window Down Hop Out Walk Em Down Homicide
Show Me My Cell Before I Yell Out Rest In Peace One Of Mine
City Lights Blinkin Baby It's Time To Slide
Know I keep a couple clips with the blick on my side
I thank the Lord for my protection
But I ain't scared to die, aye
Keep it trill and hold it down
Slow Groove when I ride, aye
When I ride, yeah
You know money the mission
I ain't set trip, but I ain't ever slip
Better not play with my Crippin
Out here runnings plays like a QB
I ain't ever switch positions
If they got beef
Quarterback sneak
Beat em down field with the swiftness
Young black man, real thoroughbred
I done came up outta them trenches, YUH
You know these streets is relentless
And I'm toting Glock
Ain't no love for the opps
Pray to the Lord he forgive me
R.I.P Jay, R.I.P Trey
For them I Groove Official
Hopped off the porch
Went and got a bag
Ain't no more penny pinching
If Jacc call my phone and he tell me its up
Then I'm sliding for him
Way too many rest in pieces
Left my heart in pieces
I had to move forward homie
I don't even want the fame
I Just want the cash
Turn up with all of the homies
Man I Haven't seen Lord
Haven't seen Carl
Man I miss all of the homies
Man life get Ill for real
Ever see ya partners lose they life
You don't know how that feel for real
Better watch yo bacc
Better keep that strap
When you're in that field for real
Try play with my name
Try to play with my gang
Homie you get killed for real
City Lights Blinkin Baby It's Time To Slide
ReFuse To Keep Walkin In The Door See Mama Wit Tears In Her Eyes
Don't Let The Window Down Hop Out Walk Em Down Homicide
Show Me My Cell Before I Yell Out Rest In Peace One Of Mine
City Lights Blinkin Baby It's Time To Slide
City lights blinkin baby it's time to mmhmm
Mhmm mmm
Mmhmmmmm
City lights blinking baby it's time to mmhmm
Mhmmm mhmmm
City Lights Blinkin Baby It's Time To Slide
ReFuse To Keep Walking In The Door See Mama Wit Tears In Her Eyes
Don't Let The Window Down
Hop Out Walk Em Down Homicide
Show Me My Cell Before I Yell Out Rest In Peace One Of Mine
City Lights Blinkin Baby It's Time To Slide
Lately I Been Feeling Post Traumatic
Get To Shaking Everytime I Shoot That Glocc
I3 I don't need no practice
Nigga Play On My Top I Don't Care About Sons Gettin To Poppin My Shit Like Sanford
If a nigga Could get Etho bacc for like three four hours
Cash out three four mansions
Lost TY bacc in grade school
One bullet to head ain't Russian Roulette
Choppa Got My First Rollie
Set Of Gold Teeth
How To Roll Tree
Double H Valentines Never Be The Same
Crazy How Them Hoes Be
Baby Loc he was Married To The Game
Hurt a Nigga when he got cold feet
I got like 50 if them Niggas catch em live
Shoot a P.O.V
Huhh Huhh Uhh
They Tryna Turn Me To The Old Me
Retaliation help me fall asleep
Up the score defense 4-3
Put em up top for the same ticcet price
Sit em up in the nose bleeds
Pair a lips will say whatever whenever
Using drastic measures until he don't speak
Niggas Fallin out about petty change apologizing
Talkin about that was the old me
Haha hmm this Nigga talking about that was the old him
Why they always wanna beef
When they in the wrong
Frrlll I'm finna show him
City Lights Blinkin Baby It's Time To Slide
ReFuse To Keep Walking In The Door See Mama Wit Tears In Her Eyes
Don't Let The Window Down Hop Out Walk Em Down Homicide
Show Me My Cell Before I Yell Out Rest In Peace One Of Mine
City Lights Blinkin Baby It's Time To Slide
Know I keep a couple clips with the blick on my side
I thank the Lord for my protection
But I ain't scared to die, aye
Keep it trill and hold it down
Slow Groove when I ride, aye
When I ride, yeah
You know money the mission
I ain't set trip, but I ain't ever slip
Better not play with my Crippin
Out here runnings plays like a QB
I ain't ever switch positions
If they got beef
Quarterback sneak
Beat em down field with the swiftness
Young black man, real thoroughbred
I done came up outta them trenches, YUH
You know these streets is relentless
And I'm toting Glock
Ain't no love for the opps
Pray to the Lord he forgive me
R.I.P Jay, R.I.P Trey
For them I Groove Official
Hopped off the porch
Went and got a bag
Ain't no more penny pinching
If Jacc call my phone and he tell me its up
Then I'm sliding for him
Way too many rest in pieces
Left my heart in pieces
I had to move forward homie
I don't even want the fame
I Just want the cash
Turn up with all of the homies
Man I Haven't seen Lord
Haven't seen Carl
Man I miss all of the homies
Man life get Ill for real
Ever see ya partners lose they life
You don't know how that feel for real
Better watch yo bacc
Better keep that strap
When you're in that field for real
Try play with my name
Try to play with my gang
Homie you get killed for real
City Lights Blinkin Baby It's Time To Slide
ReFuse To Keep Walkin In The Door See Mama Wit Tears In Her Eyes
Don't Let The Window Down Hop Out Walk Em Down Homicide
Show Me My Cell Before I Yell Out Rest In Peace One Of Mine
City Lights Blinkin Baby It's Time To Slide
Credits
Writer(s): Adam Jackson
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