SLIDEEE

Slide, I'm in the whip with my nigga I've been countin' chips with my nigga
Slide, I keep a blick lil' nigga Fuck around, you get hit Lil' nigga
I've been in the back with no mention So I'm Droppin' tracks for the tension
Check so big it's like a pension So we carry mags With extensions

Break a bitch down to competition Nigga said he Shoot but he missin
So I hop on tracks and steady dissin' Now I'm on a Mission
Shoot fuck a past, I'm never dissin' Foot on the gas But I'm itchin
Sell a 3-5 out the kitchen Nigga said he talkin' in that One song

Oh he sport the red so I'm shootin' like it's cup pong
Way we hit his chest, you would think a nigga King Kong
Rappin' on these beats, y'all just waitin' on the Theme songs
Stop all that talkin', you ain't got no semi Sent my Homie on the play, yeah, that's the

Coach in me Got hella motion, that's why niggas still
Approachin' me But they talkin' dumb, that's why Niggas
Soundin' slow to me Slide, I'm in the whip with my N***a
I've been countin' chips with my nigga Slide, I keep a Blick, lil' nigga

Fuck around, you get hit, lil' nigga Now I'm up top Like a high-five
Smokin' on that gas, make a nigga feel like Popeye Catch him in the grass, tell my homies
Do a drive-by Bitches said he suck, all my niggas Yellin
Top five I know I said it once and I'll say it again

Got no time for no hope, cause I'm ridin' in the Benz
Niggas follow me, cause I'm settin' all these trends
While I'm makin' all this money, man, I hope it never Ends
Runnin' up on me, you gon' have to make amends Cause I clipfully loaded, and you know that

Bitch extend Give me what you got, even if that shit
Ten Unzip the bag, man, we hit him in his chin
Fat lip on him, man, it look like a Zyn Seven in his Back, call that nigga Big Ben
Make a call to my homies, tell them niggas spin again

Knock the taste out his mouth, we put that nigga in a can