SLIDE TODAY ft. TB The Blindman Lyrics

Just to get my bag up, I'ma make the block hot

Jiggles make my jaw lock, it's why I don't talk much

Body slow motion, but my mind still moving fast, dawg

Heard you got a glass jaw, act hard but you fragile

Smack em with the fire, watch him shatter like some wax

Pass the torch to my lil' sniper like he bout to take a dab

119th, ST, not ave, ulmerton, not walsingham

Used to post up with Don Juan in brittany bay, and count them bands

If I jumped off of the Skyway right now, I think I'd survive

No R. Kelly, homie, really, I believe I can fly

I don't know what time it is, but in my jeans I got a 9 with 33

And I'm too high, so let's call it 930, five

Got some stalkers on the gram, watching me like TV

And I be with TB, he the blind man, how come you can't see me

No matter where I'm at when money, call, I'm on the way

You remind me of that Youngboy song, you ain't going outside today

TB, what's good, bruh

You know everything with us on point

So when we shoot, we don't ever miss

We don't got time for the extra shit

If they ask, tell them, yes, I'm him, let's go

I step out and they give me funds

I'm zone 6 raised about my issue, boy, I'm really dumb

I give them what they really want

But if they ever want some problems, I'ma make a nigga really run

I earned all my stripes, you cannot take them, gotta kill me for them

And if you make some money in my section, gotta give me some

Call me, about that money, and I'm coming fast as Jimmy John

And don't bring anybody, I don't know or, I'ma give it to them

I'ma let it loose

I just go berserk when I'm in the booth

All I spit is truth

So every time I drop a song then everybody put it on the loop

They treat every bar I spit as if that shit was valuable

I bet you never knew the truth could ever be so powerful

I'ma change they mind

And I ain't gon' stop till the world is mine

Ooh, I got they neck

Made them look while I flex, sliding on the stretch

All I hear is yes

Stay blessed, say less, or somebody getting bench pressed

I just put your chin on my fist, that's a chin check

I just hit this microphone with words and it's relentless

I asked for forgiveness, but all I got was voicemail

They not from the trenches, so they like how my voice feel

They feel it deep inside

I shouldn't be this high, I can't even fly

I can't even lie

I feel like half you motherfuckers in disguise

But that ain't no surprise

All you guys living lies, play with me, you gon' need extra lives

Damn, these niggas buggin' me yo Rocious, get the pesticide

I just dropped a verse and killed them, I guess my words weaponized