Slide
Mm, ayy
Real good B with a freak inside, wanna give it all up to me, yeah
Say we movin' fast, let me light you a dro, baby, I'ma roll up the weed, yeah
Yeah, you might play, I won't let you slide, mob get you gone in a week, yeah
Make a nigga hate, get him extra fire, leave a nigga dead in the street
How much you paid for that shit, too classic, birds not 50 AP, mm
Get cold if you lookin' for the licks outside, all my killers they ridin' 'bout me, ooh
Now you start to sound like the feds, pussy ass nigga how you know what I need?
I got way too many dead, I see death keep callin' on me, yeah, yeah
I can see death, it be callin' (callin', babe), 23 in the clip like I'm Jordan (Jordan)
Other six with the bodies, I'm sorry, I don't fuck with new niggas, don't call me
I got veterans shooters with aim, head off his body, hollow his chains
I know bitches who trap in the rain, harder niggas and lit up they thing (ooh)
Hit the pot in the kitchen, ooh, cookin' the crack, trappin' for real (yeah)
Ain't no catchin' me slippin', ooh, I keep a strap, I'm bussin' for real (yeah)
How you need all this money? Ooh, breakin' it down, I'm hustlin' for real (ooh)
And they know where I'm from, I'm from the town, my dawgs still in the field (yeah)
Real good B with a freak inside, wanna give it all up to me, yeah
Say we movin' fast, let me light you a dro, baby, I'ma roll up the weed, yeah
Yeah, you might play, I won't let you slide, mob get you gone in a week, yeah
Make a nigga hate, get him extra fire, leave a nigga dead in the street
How much you paid for that shit, too classic, birds not 50 AP, mm (50 AP)
Get cold if you lookin' for the licks outside
All my killers they ridin' 'bout me, ooh (all my killers they ridin' 'bout me)
Now you start to sound like the feds, pussy ass nigga how you know what I need? (How you know what I need?)
I got way too many dead, I see death keep callin' on me (see death keep callin' on me), yeah, yeah
Keep an extra gun, won't you let slide, death keep callin' on me (yeah)
Keep an F&N, extra clip on me, with the Draco (yeah)
Pussy ass nigga won't catch me slippin', ooh-ooh, catch me on E (catch me on E)
Yeah, roll my weed (yeah), bands, you know what I mean, ooh
Mmm, mm-mm, hmm
Send a freaky girl on me
And I might let you slide, rollin' the weed
Yeah, baby
Real good B with a freak inside, wanna give it all up to me, yeah
Say we movin' fast, let me light you a dro, baby, I'ma roll up the weed, yeah
Yeah, you might play, I won't let you slide, mob get you gone in a week, yeah
Make a nigga hate, get him extra fire, leave a nigga dead in the street
How much you paid for that shit, too classic, birds not 50 AP, mm
Get cold if you lookin' for the licks outside, all my killers they ridin' 'bout me, ooh
Now you start to sound like the feds, pussy ass nigga how you know what I need?
I got way too many dead, I see death keep callin' on me, yeah, yeah
I can see death, it be callin' (callin', babe), 23 in the clip like I'm Jordan (Jordan)
Other six with the bodies, I'm sorry, I don't fuck with new niggas, don't call me
I got veterans shooters with aim, head off his body, hollow his chains
I know bitches who trap in the rain, harder niggas and lit up they thing (ooh)
Hit the pot in the kitchen, ooh, cookin' the crack, trappin' for real (yeah)
Ain't no catchin' me slippin', ooh, I keep a strap, I'm bussin' for real (yeah)
How you need all this money? Ooh, breakin' it down, I'm hustlin' for real (ooh)
And they know where I'm from, I'm from the town, my dawgs still in the field (yeah)
Real good B with a freak inside, wanna give it all up to me, yeah
Say we movin' fast, let me light you a dro, baby, I'ma roll up the weed, yeah
Yeah, you might play, I won't let you slide, mob get you gone in a week, yeah
Make a nigga hate, get him extra fire, leave a nigga dead in the street
How much you paid for that shit, too classic, birds not 50 AP, mm (50 AP)
Get cold if you lookin' for the licks outside
All my killers they ridin' 'bout me, ooh (all my killers they ridin' 'bout me)
Now you start to sound like the feds, pussy ass nigga how you know what I need? (How you know what I need?)
I got way too many dead, I see death keep callin' on me (see death keep callin' on me), yeah, yeah
Keep an extra gun, won't you let slide, death keep callin' on me (yeah)
Keep an F&N, extra clip on me, with the Draco (yeah)
Pussy ass nigga won't catch me slippin', ooh-ooh, catch me on E (catch me on E)
Yeah, roll my weed (yeah), bands, you know what I mean, ooh
Mmm, mm-mm, hmm
Send a freaky girl on me
And I might let you slide, rollin' the weed
Yeah, baby
Credits
Writer(s): Eddie Timmons, Willie Maxwell, Cesar Arias
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Other Album Tracks
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.