slide ft. prettifun & luvrello Lyrics

Hold up let me play this real quick

Talk down on gang and this shit gon get tragic

I pull up with sticks and that shit automatic

He said he want smoke and we let that boy have it

I'm rolling on gas, this shit like a habit

The money be coming it never subtracting

I'm rolling again, I feel like an addict

Play with that fire, you getting that static

Got diamonds they dancing that's all on the Patek

Pull up with that fire

I been sipping red

Shoot that shit gon die

Lead up in your head

Got them sticks outside

It gon leave them on the side still

And my twin he slide

Cause he know he keep that mop still

Huh

We get too high

Two stuck off the za

I can't even move right

She said she don't give away

Turn this shit to pool night

Bitch lying on me

Now this shit on sight

Bad bitch tryna pass the cup

I don't wanna drank night

Drake and shit, OVO

I got hoes on stage right

Focus on that payday

I got bread all on my eyes

Baby she can slay today

Buh-buh-buh, I make her wait

Talk down on gang and this shit gon get tragic

I pull up with sticks and that shit automatic

He said he want smoke and we let that boy have it

I'm rolling on gas, this shit like a habit

The money be coming it never subtracting

I'm rolling again, I feel like an addict

Play with that fire, you getting that static

Got diamonds they dancing that's all on the Patek

Pull up with that fire

I been sipping red

Shoot that shit gon die

Lead up in your head

Got them sticks outside

It gon leave them on the side still

And my twin he slide

Cause he know he keep that mop still

Shit, hop outside that trap

I spray this shit like new Febreeze

Freak lil hoes off X

She exactly what I need

Kill her, pop that X

Smoke that dope, then brush my teeth

My kutta pop that hood

But you can't take me out them streets

Yeah goddamn

My partner selling blicks

I damn near live outside

Always somewhere in that mix

I swear I almost died

Now I'm right back on that shit

Push up, I take my flicks

New Patek for my bitch, my opps they ain't on shit

Talk down on gang and this shit gon get tragic

I pull up with sticks and that shit automatic

He said he want smoke and we let that boy have it

I'm rolling on gas, this shit like a habit

The money be coming it never subtracting

I'm rolling again, I feel like an addict

Play with that fire, you getting that static

Got diamonds they dancing that's all on the Patek

Pull up with that fire

I been sipping red

Shoot that shit gon die

Lead up in your head

Got them sticks outside

It gon leave them on the side still

And my twin he slide

Cause he know he keep that mop still