ETA (Slide) Lyrics

Shorty want me to slide and I'm like

Just know, when I get back home lil baby

You about to get your back blown

Met a bad bitch living upstate

Went to college at Michigan State

Law degree get a nigga out a case

And she smell so good, so I gotta get a taste

Baby girl not a real smoker

But the backwood's rolled when I'm over

Breakfast energy like Folger's

Wake up to the head from both us

You been a boss of your shit

You a good girl but you Ross'n this shit

Never been caked up as often as this

You know how sticky it get

Used to be friends, now you get ends from me

Like that new Benz from me

Pulling up in that new AMG S-Class

Throwing some tints on it

First class to Malibu, then next week, we in Cancun

Puerto Rico, then to Dubai

Then we heading back to the states soon

And I could never get caught slipping

Cause you'll turn my house to the rage room

Ain't no honeymoon phase baby, we a real song, not a prelude

Everybody want love, but don't nobody wanna trust

Rekindle our flame, the Bic lighter light the blunt

Girl even if you tripping, I'm still setting something up

(Girl even if you tripping, I'm still setting something up!)

Shorty want me to slide and I'm like

(ETA 9:35)

Thunderstorm with them thighs, and I'm like

(Holy Mary, I oblige)

Mad cause I'm out with the guys?

(Baby don't blow my high)

Just know, when I get back home lil baby

You about to get your back blown

Shorty want me to slide and I'm like

(ETA 9:35)

Thunderstorm with them thighs, and I'm like

(Holy Mary, I oblige)

Mad cause I'm out with the guys?

(Baby don't blow my high)

Just know, when I get back home lil baby

You about to get your back blown

No more promise missing

More love song renditions

Why you think I got more hoes

Than Santa Claus on Christmas?

Here I go I can break it down in one line like Tetris

I can boss your life up baby

Gon' knock me off of your checklist

Paparazzi taking pics, looking all in the whip

Take you down to the beach house

Where we laid up with a zip

The way you sitting in the canopy

Need a kodak for that flick

Like damn baby your kids will know

They got a fine mom in this bitch!

She post her nigga on Instagram stories

I think he temporary

She posted me onto her feed

Like it's the 14th of February

Her momma got ass too, you see how that shit is hereditary?

You know that it's fat

When it's moving and moving and moving in stationary

Dinner dates and Detroit flowers

Everyday for like every hour

Pin you to the wall, got that pussy mounted

When we fucking in the shower

Bring a friend if you want to

Knock you both down like the twin towers

And I would stay right after

But my main sick of my encounters, so

Shorty want me to slide and I'm like

(ETA 9:35)

Thunderstorm with them thighs, and I'm like

(Holy Mary, I oblige)

Mad cause I'm out with the guys?

(Baby don't blow my high)

Just know, when I get back home lil baby

You about to get your back blown

Shorty want me to slide and I'm like

(ETA 9:35)

Thunderstorm with them thighs, and I'm like

(Holy Mary, I oblige)

Mad cause I'm out with the guys?

(Baby don't blow my high)

Just know, when I get back home lil baby

You about to get your back blown