"WHO GON' SLIDE" lyrics
1nonly & Shakewell Lyrics
[1nonly:]
Who gon' slide? (Who gon' slide?)
Who gon' slack? (Who gon' slack?)
Bitch, I'm lookin' for you, keep them bullets packed (Them bullets packed)
I up that fire (Up that fire)
Where ya at? (Where ya at?)
I'm a seven figure playa, chasin' racks, yeah (Chasin' racks)
I got the pistol grip it, stick em' up, it's time to end his livin', uh
Chicken, bread, my mission fillin' up, my money different
Pro— probably spent your rent on steak and shrimp and Marni slippers, uh
Money stretch it, flip it, bitch, I'm sick, no penicillin
Yeah, thousand dollar jeans, True Religion not my thing (Thing)
P—p—private client livin', private driver driving me
Puffin', smokin' 'til I fly, you'd think I'm private flyin' green
Up in London, Paris, Amsterdam, no Ken, I'm overseas
Who gon' slide? (Who gon' slide?)
Who gon' slack? (Who gon' slack?)
Bitch, I'm lookin' for you, keep them bullets packed (Them bullets packed)
I up that fire (Up that fire)
Where ya at? (Where ya at?)
I'm a seven figure playa, chasin' racks (Chasin' racks)
[Shakewell:]
Seven figure trigger, ain't uppin' it 'less there commas there (Haha)
Beyond repair, big juice on a rampage for them dollars, yeah (Oh no, no)
Let 'em stare, got my Balaclava, shoot the witness up (Pop out, pop)
Paid off all the judges like Gotti, I got the system tucked (Pop out, sip)
Rolled up in a leg lock (Okay), this .40 make his head pop (It does)
Big Shakewell on a mission, stack the bread until that shit rot (This shit, it rot)
We far from holy, 1nonly only one I'll slide for
Got plenty I would die for, they'll send you to the good lord (Send)
Where you at? Where you was? Bitch, I be off all them drugs (I'm off them drugs)
Got some homies call me Compa, got some others call me cuz'
Show me love, know it's fake so I'm slidin' with my Drac' (This shit is fake)
He don't wanna meet his maker, that's okay, he'll meet his fate (Sip)
[1nonly:]
Who gon' slide? (Who gon' slide?)
Who gon' slack? (Who gon' slack?)
Bitch, I'm lookin' for you, keep them bullets packed (Them bullets packed)
I up that fire (Up that fire)
Where ya at? (Where ya at?)
I'm a seven figure playa, I—I'm a seven figure playa
Who gon' slide? (Who gon' slide?)
Who gon' slack? (Who gon' slack?)
Bitch, I'm lookin' for you, keep them bullets packed (Them bullets packed)
I up that fire (Up that fire)
Where ya at? (Where ya at?)
I'm a seven figure playa, chasin' racks (Chasin' racks)
Chasin' racks
Who gon' slide? (Who gon' slide?)
Who gon' slack? (Who gon' slack?)
Bitch, I'm lookin' for you, keep them bullets packed (Them bullets packed)
I up that fire (Up that fire)
Where ya at? (Where ya at?)
I'm a seven figure playa, chasin' racks, yeah (Chasin' racks)
I got the pistol grip it, stick em' up, it's time to end his livin', uh
Chicken, bread, my mission fillin' up, my money different
Pro— probably spent your rent on steak and shrimp and Marni slippers, uh
Money stretch it, flip it, bitch, I'm sick, no penicillin
Yeah, thousand dollar jeans, True Religion not my thing (Thing)
P—p—private client livin', private driver driving me
Puffin', smokin' 'til I fly, you'd think I'm private flyin' green
Up in London, Paris, Amsterdam, no Ken, I'm overseas
Who gon' slide? (Who gon' slide?)
Who gon' slack? (Who gon' slack?)
Bitch, I'm lookin' for you, keep them bullets packed (Them bullets packed)
I up that fire (Up that fire)
Where ya at? (Where ya at?)
I'm a seven figure playa, chasin' racks (Chasin' racks)
[Shakewell:]
Seven figure trigger, ain't uppin' it 'less there commas there (Haha)
Beyond repair, big juice on a rampage for them dollars, yeah (Oh no, no)
Let 'em stare, got my Balaclava, shoot the witness up (Pop out, pop)
Paid off all the judges like Gotti, I got the system tucked (Pop out, sip)
Rolled up in a leg lock (Okay), this .40 make his head pop (It does)
Big Shakewell on a mission, stack the bread until that shit rot (This shit, it rot)
We far from holy, 1nonly only one I'll slide for
Got plenty I would die for, they'll send you to the good lord (Send)
Where you at? Where you was? Bitch, I be off all them drugs (I'm off them drugs)
Got some homies call me Compa, got some others call me cuz'
Show me love, know it's fake so I'm slidin' with my Drac' (This shit is fake)
He don't wanna meet his maker, that's okay, he'll meet his fate (Sip)
[1nonly:]
Who gon' slide? (Who gon' slide?)
Who gon' slack? (Who gon' slack?)
Bitch, I'm lookin' for you, keep them bullets packed (Them bullets packed)
I up that fire (Up that fire)
Where ya at? (Where ya at?)
I'm a seven figure playa, I—I'm a seven figure playa
Who gon' slide? (Who gon' slide?)
Who gon' slack? (Who gon' slack?)
Bitch, I'm lookin' for you, keep them bullets packed (Them bullets packed)
I up that fire (Up that fire)
Where ya at? (Where ya at?)
I'm a seven figure playa, chasin' racks (Chasin' racks)
Chasin' racks
