Slide Lyrics

Wake up in the morning and put on my shine

Damn, my phone keep jumping, I don’t got the time

No we ain’t the same, these niggas not my kind

Gang gon stack the bread up, and we don’t divide

Can’t divide

All the time

Moving on the low but still ain’t hard to find

Bad bitch hit my line, I might have to slide

VV’s make your main hoe say “Oh Me, Oh My”

Fuck wrong with these niggas? I don’t know

I just know

Tryna hop in Double R’s without a note

And his main bitch tryna fuck me off some old shit that I wrote

I don’t talk to spirits but you still might see me with a ghost

Butterfly, Suicides on the doors

Got no time to trust no hoe

Ex bitch got my heart on froze

I can’t be on that no mo’

I’m too worried ‘bout a bag

C Note, C Note, let it stack

Tryna pull up in a Jag

(Tryna pull up in a Jag)

All this money I’m chasing

Tell my momma I made it

Face on Rollies hydrated

We can’t have no conversations

We ain’t on the same thing

Teeko let the chain swing

They gon know the name mane

They gon know

Young lil nigga seen that foreign like I need that

Make my pockets fat like Joe but I don’t lean back

Aye, wait, wait

Best believe that

Couple niggas, they go loco

They gon’ squeeze that

Wake up in the morning and put on my shine

Damn, my phone keep jumping, I don’t got the time

No we ain’t the same, these niggas not my kind

Gang gon stack the bread up, and we don’t divide

Can’t divide

All the time

Moving on the low but still ain’t hard to find

Bad bitch hit my line, I might have to slide

VV’s make your main hoe say “Oh Me, Oh My”

In the way then we gon make em move

‘Member late nights I lost track of time when I was in the stu’

I was working hard I was sleeping right outside the booth

Cuz I knew one day, where I’m resting

Right outside It’d be a coupe

I got trust issues

I can’t trust these niggas, they be fu

Tell me if a nigga that you thought was real done bitched up

Couple hoes done switched up

Fuck it, I don’t miss ya

See me shining, now she wanna pop that like I’m Uncle Luke

Had to put that in my brain

Guess we really ain’t the same

You know me, I stay a hunnid

They don’t move the way they claim

They gon change, when they see you on the Come Up like Jermaine

Man, it’s Teeko

Tryna get Rico

I was never bout no games

Hard to get in touch with, always on the go

Yo girl like my shit and she say I been on the road

Me and Bop gon’ be on top and do it on our own

Cuban links and Double R’s yeah this the life I chose,

Life I chose, yeah

Wake up in the morning and put on my shine

Damn, my phone keep jumping, I don’t got the time

No we ain’t the same, these niggas not my kind

Gang gon stack the bread up, and we don’t divide

Can’t divide

All the time

Moving on the low but still ain’t hard to find

Bad bitch hit my line, I might have to slide

VV’s make your main hoe say “Oh Me, Oh My”