"Slidin (ChopNotSlop Remix)" lyrics

[21 Savage:]
It's chopped up and not slopped up mane
DJ Slim K, OG Ron C
Trapstars, don't say that
Tell 'em Metro, we got slopped up, not chopped up
It's the big stepper (Stepper), 4L repper (Repper)
Hit him with a twenty-piece, ranch lemon pepper (Pepper)
Black Air Force 1s dancing with the devil (If young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you, 21, 21, 21)

His wifey trouble, thot was finna cut her, I pulled out a rubber
Opps tried to slide on my brother, had to up that cutter
When it's smoke, we huddle, so many shots, damn near shot each other
AR st-st-stutter, Draco brown, look like peanut butter
Don't play tic-tac-toe or tit-for-tat, nigga, this ain't that (21, 21)
He was talking gangster on them tracks 'til I got him whacked
Glizzy with the switch and it go splat, ain't no ducking that
Y'all be smoking make-believe opps, smoking, smoking, facts
We be smoking gang after gang, cock it back and bang
21, 21 4L, that's what I claim, let your nuts hang
We don't shoot at houses, we hit brains, y'all lil' niggas lame
21 4L, that's what I claim, let your nuts hang
We don't shoot at houses, we hit brains, y'all lil' niggas lame
21 4L, that's what I claim, let your nuts hang
We don't shoot at houses, we hit brains, y'all lil' niggas lame
Fell in love with them chopper sounds, Waka Flocka Flame

Slidin'
Lookin' for the opps, they been hidin'
I grew up 'round drugs, sex and violence
We turnt off they street, we heard sirens
Since a juvenile
Wildin'
Chrome Heart jeans got me stylin'
Said he wanted smoke, now he joggin'
While you, while you was in college I was robbin' (If young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you)

(Brrt, bop bop)
Everybody run to they car (21)
You ain't gon' make it, gon' make it that far (21)
Down with an, down with an AR (Straight up)
Keep shit, keep shit in the street (On God)
Gon' put it, gon' put it on the bar (On God)
Y'all niggas talking on pillows
All my Glocks got dildos (21)
Take your bank like Cee-Lo (21)
Draco bite, mosquito (21)
Y'all niggas corny, Frito (Pussy)
Kel-Tec hot, it shoot Cheeto (Pussy)
Y'all be talking that rah-rah (Pussy)
You ain't finna rob-rob me, though (Pussy)
He went against me, he gone
Step on him, I put my feet on him (21)
I just made an opp do the running man (Running man)
Keep an, keep an FN in my Cullinan (Cullinan)
Still ain't met a bitch that I'd cuff again (21, 21)
Still ain't met a bitch that I'd kiss (On God)
He was talking crazy, he got blick (Straight up)
Savage keep a token, John Wick (John Wick)
Shoot him, shoot him in the back like he Rick (Ricky)
Playing freeze tag, niggas it (Sticky)

Slidin'
Lookin' for the opps, they been hidin'
I grew up 'round drugs, sex and violence
We turnt off they street, we heard sirens
Since a juvenile, I been wildin'
Chrome Heart jeans got me stylin'
Said he, said he wanted smoke, now he joggin'
While you, while you was in college I was robbin' (If young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you, ChopStars)