Slide ft. Youngdiddy Lyrics

Aye Slime, turn that shit on

Whenever we slide

No matter the weather you know all we seeing is red

We dressed in disguise

Don't know who got hit but just know he got hit in his head

Don't get caught by surprise

You know that we coming better sleep with that shit in your bed

And nigga don't hide

Got the drop from your bitch, bet she laugh when she find out you dead

They never gon slide, we always outside, play with me and I bitch slap niggas

Came from riding in stoleys, to ridin the red eye and it's all black tinted

I'm getting tired of these Niggas sneak dissing, you mention my name, you get turnt to a pack

Say you gon shoot but we know that you missing, I catch you in traffic you better not mack

Always on timing I like to take risks, whatever I lose I'm making it back

Call up my brother he ready to blitz, you end up on the news if we catch you lack

Tryna talk hot on a track nigga take that shit back to the booth cause that shit was wack (Hahaha, that shit was wack)

Nigga back to the booth, cause that shit was wack

I send em to heaven if you make a move you better not lack, lack, lack, lack

Better stop talking like you bulletproof, cause you could get wack, wack, wack, whacked

I call up my brother he hitting ya boo, and he fuck from the back, back, back, back

(Yo Diddy, talk to these niggas.. gang!)

Say me and my niggas, we caming from nothing, you know the whole gang gotta run it up

I got like twenty niggas that's gon hit 'em, you thought you chillin'? Don't fuck with us

And I'm getting tired of these niggas sneak dissing, I might have to pull up and fuck it up

And I might hit your bitch, but it's just for the spits, when I nut, let her suck it off

Nigga like damn

Niggas is pussy, they talk for the 'gram

I gotta watch who I'm calling my mans

Niggas would slime you to get an advance

Can't take the chance keep the Glock in my pants

Brody a demon he making 'em dance

Taking that risk like it's part of the plan

Like it's part of the pla-

Smoking on Runtz

If it ain't exotic don't pass me the blunts

She told me she love when I'm up in her guts

No I ain't finished, but I'm in a rush

This money keep calling, I'm picking it up

She bringing up problems, I cannot discuss

I'm just being honest, I'm not one of them (I'm not one of them)

And I got no love for these bitches, if I show my love then you better not fuck it up

Cause I got a thousand bitches that's gon' come for your spot, and just lay there and suck it up

If you got a problem with me and you not gon' address it, I guess you could suck it up

Cause I don't got time for pussy niggas on my line, I'm focused on running it up

Whenever we slide

No matter the weather you know all we seeing is red

We dressed in disguise

Don't know who got hit but just know he got hit in his head

Don't get caught by surprise

You know that we coming better sleep with that shit in your bed

And nigga don't hide

Got the drop from your bitch, bet she laugh when she find out you dead