Slide'n Lyrics

Slide'n by my lonely more than safe I keep it on me,

If I can get you we get yo homie

All my shooters great they all got stripes nicknamed them Tony

Ain't no witnesses no testimonies

Niggas mean muggin' but ain't gone do nothing

Screaming bout he'll air it out but boy you ain't gone shoot nothing

Bullets go to dumpin' now look who runnin'

Potna' got my back Glock on my side so tell me who frontin'

Cartier glasses just so I can see my ops in red

The beef ain't over nigga I still won't you dead

Can't let a nigga play with my top my head

Can't let a nigga play with my guap my bread

Getting money if you don't weigh it up then it ain't enough

Niggas coping pistols but that shit don't make you tough

You a pussy with a strap well nigga that make you a dyke

All that shit you talking we gone get yo ass tonight

And my pistol name Siakam boy 'cause it's a rap for you

If I pull up, ain't no flaugin I'm gone buss a cap in you

We ain't slide'n thru ya party if we can't bring a strap or two

We some warriors got a 30, But my niggas strapped up too

All them shoot, No latex on the dick but shit will silence you

My bitch keep a pistol in her pouch call her a kangaroo

Ain't no speaking, Boy you tweaking

Have you leaking on sight

You can run but if you do we just gone take yo homie life

Slide'n by my lonely more than safe I keep it on me

If I can get you we get yo homie

All my shooters great they all got stripes nicknamed them Tony

Ain't no witnesses no testimonies

Niggas mean muggin' but ain't gone do nothing

Screaming bout he'll air it out but boy you ain't gone shoot nothing

Bullets go to dumpin' now look who runnin'

Potna' got my back Glock on my side so tell me who frontin'

And if you a opp, catch you on the block

Nigga might get pop

Niggas want beef over hoes

Now see that shit there gotta stop

Everybody wanna be like drip, but you can't live the life

I'm a tiger you a zebra, So we both got different stripes

And that's yo chick

Sucking on my dick

Might send you a pic

I ain't know

That's you fucking hoe

Just ran through the clique

Niggas sick wanna hit a lick

With the hating shit, Don't be mad

I can put you on some money or a bitch

And nigga You can choose, like the hoes that's choosing

That's the Reason why you loosing

Boy you Breaking all this bread ain't fucking what you doing

I ain't spend a dime and I got this bih' chewing

I pulled out my bankroll it look healthy like a goddamn wrap

It's a meal

It's a snack

It's concealed

It's a gat

If he squeal

It's a rat

It's a kill

This a Mac

It's a thot

She a gnat

You want smoke

Where it's at?

Slide'n by my lonely more than safe I keep it on me,

If I can get you we get yo homie

All my shooters great they all got stripes nicknamed them Tony

Ain't no witnesses no testimonies

Niggas mean muggin' but ain't gone do nothing

Screaming bout he'll air it out but boy you ain't gone shoot nothing

Bullets go to dumpin' now look who runnin'

Potna' got my back Glock on my side so tell me who frontin'