Slidin Lyrics

Energy made this one

Fuck, I need a Rollie for if I can get the time back

Mix the depths with the indos, made a nine back

I hear you talking bout a plug, nigga, where you line at

Poured up a brick in brody Sprite, cause mine's flat

Call me if you need the perks, nigga, I'll supply that

200 a line, we ain't trippin', never mind that

They say I'm a fiend for the drank, where my mind at

I only like the bitch cause she hit and brung a dime back

You niggas ain't talking bout a bag, ain't no conversation

Got up off my ass, got a bag, I got tired of waiting

And I ain't waiting on no bitch to come outside, I got no patience

Lil' baby waiting on her turn, told her keep waiting

I got a thick bitch in my DM, I just pump faked her

I don't want your baby mama, nigga, but I will break her

Bitch all in my face, she ain't knowing I'm the slut maker

G-Lock, hold up 24, it's a good Laker

Big Creature bitches saying I'm a dog, nigga

They say I'm a dog, nigga, cause I dog bitches

Not one, not two, nigga, all bitches

They calling me Clifford by the size of the paws, nigga

Let my nuts hang on a bitch, I'm a ball, nigga

This Chop stand six foot something, it's a tall nigga

It's a street sweeper, so you know it's hitting all niggas

This bitch bisexual, would even hit broads, nigga

You took the stand on your man, we can't do a song

You know I'ma slide with the brody if he right or wrong

Black and white documents, I have a nigga in the tomb

Shots through the front door, his body landed in the room

I ain't gon' lie, you should've died in your mama womb

You say you on me and I'm on you, I'ma see you soon

Black gloves with the ski mask, I don't need the goons

You say you down to catch a body, I'ma need the proof

Bounce out on niggas blocks, I don't know who to shoot

These niggas running and they ducking, they ain't bulletproof

Your mans trying to get his get back, but we hit him too

Did his shit like a kit kat, split his shit in two

I told lil brody, let it burn like he Usher Raymond

He riding strapped, I'm riding strapped yea we on the same shit

And we don't work at Mako, but lil' brody paint whips

That lil' .38 you got, ain't knocking off no paint chips

My youngin' up a hundred bands, but he still gon' take shit

The same youngin' sliding around, trying to give a facelift

He said he sliding for the dead there ain't no hesitation

Stop snitching, let them do their job, call the investigation

Can't put another nigga on, cause they steady hating

Four pockets full, like a nigga signed to lil' baby

This bitch keep telling me she love me, but the bitch hate me

Big baby still running in, yeah that bitch pay me