SLIDEVILLE Lyrics

Aye

Guns in the safe

Cash in the bank

Twelve get behind me

Take them on a chase

Been a lil nigga

But my pockets Heavyweight

All my bitches dimes or better and

Got cake like Anna Mae

Niggas pull up to the trap

Gone wait in Line like Chick fil A

Cuddy serving dog food

Come pull up and get a plate

Put that shit on everyday

I'm tryna throw it in they face

Niggas broke as hell,

Go get up off yo ass and get some pape

You ain't got no motion

Go get in the field and make a play

Every time he come around

Lil nigga begging for an eighth

Every time I turn around

I see another nigga hating

In my bag now

Sono be getting chips like Frito Lay

Gotta pull up with my mask down

These niggas know my face

New Jeep, this ain't a rental

Hundred on the interstate

Every time I drop

I got the hood on smash like freeway

Dap me up like they got Parkinson's,

These niggas out here shaking

Nigga hit my hoe

Know how shit go so ion blame him

From VA like C Breezy fuck your hoe

Ain't tryna date the bitch

Too much money coming in

Right now so we been saving shit

Shooter like D-Low I pull up

Balling on some Lakers shit

Big SoNo you know the vibes

Street nigga ball like Bonafide

Come from one of mine

Pull up with shots

Like when Kobe retired

Lot been on my mind

I need a ounce or more to get me high

Facing 3.5, Supreme gas,

We blow it in the sky

Get up on that car

Them boys be pulling up

In different whips

Money make these bitches choose

It's gettin hard to pick a bitch

Hood nigga wear the same fit

But I might switch the kicks

Thinking bout the guys

Ride through the way

I'm tryna spin some shit

Hot boy on the block, keep a Glock,

Big drac one up top

Walk down FnF chop,

Hit a opp from long range

Eight mile pop his top

I was trapping now

I'm rapping on beat like papa dock

Cold cases every summer

We seen hella bodies drop

Don't even cry no more

Cause we got used to niggas dying

Out the window we hear shots

We got used to gun fire

I'ma cock it back and fire

Before my Aunt or Tasha cry

We was taught to stand on business

We ain't wear no suit or tie

Fresh Prince in my city

They like Sono when you dropping

I had murder on my mind

Been trying to send

Some shit to God

Hella firearms we tryna take

A nigga out his socks

Tryna make some shit shake

Like shooting dice at 9 to 5

Sono pressure Cuddy throwin niggas

Bowls like the rock

From a city where you die

Your killer live right up the block

All these homicides and shootouts

Out the way we seen a lot

Half the city gone know niggas

Lost they life before 25

Pop a thirty for the pain

I'm smoking blacks to boost the high

Trenches left me traumatized

Swear it be hard to close my eyes

Gotta roll one just to eat

A lot of shit be on my mind

Niggas crossed me up like A I

Tryna catch a hat like Bobby

Tears running down my face

Every time I think about the guys

Kelblocc every June

We lighting candles in the sky

Really been through what I rap

Boy, I ain't never told no lies,

Nigga