Slide!

Slide for no fake (Yeah)
I touch a 'Mill hit the bank
Yeah, bank
Rollin' that wood, sippin' drank
Yeah, drank
Like bitch I don't

(Yeah, fake)
(I will not slide for no fake)
(Yeah, fake)
(I will not slide for no fake)
(Yeah, fake)
(I will not slide for no lame)
(Yeah, fake)

(Yeah, yeah)

Yeah bitch I'm out in LA, yeah (Come on!)
And I'm booted up
Told him he dying today (Come on!)
Yeah, we suited up
Please get the fuck out my way
We excluding you
Yeah, I swear these bitches fake (Come on!)
Finna shoot it up

Yeah, they too late
I will not slide for no fake
Slide for no fake (Yeah!)
I touch a 'Mill hit the bank
Yeah, bank (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Rolling that wood, sippin' drank
Yeah, drank

Like bitch I don't know what to do when you talking that lip
Talking that lip
Yeah, I be watching my tool got it right on my hip
Right on my hip
Yeah, I swear I'm getting booted, I'm smoking that zip
Smoking that zip
She wanna come make a movie, she slide to the crib, slide to the crib, yeah

Yeah, I swear these bitches they make it too easy like, "Pull up on me"
Shop on Rodeo, still copping that VIVI when I'm on a spree
Uppin' the score on you bitches, I'm throwing it deep like TB
Getting richer by the minute, I'm tossing and turning I can't sleep

Yeah, hop in that Benzo, then I got a 'lil thot make her bend over
Yeah I'm scoring seven in the endzone, put a bad bitch in the friend zone
Yeah, I just been chasing the bag
And I put that Chrome on the tag
Only take her home if she bad
I been in my zone, never lack

Yeah bitch I'm out in LA, yeah
And I'm booted up
Told him he dying today
Yeah, we suited up
Please get the fuck out my way
We excluding you
Yeah, I swear these bitches fake (Come on!)
Finna shoot it up

Yeah, they too late
I will not slide for no fake
Slide for no fake (Yeah!)
I touch a 'Mill hit the bank
Yeah, bank (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Rolling that wood, sippin' drank
Yeah, drank

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)



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Writer(s): Aaron Dick
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