"Slide" lyrics
Hotboy Wes Lyrics
(Richie)
(B100)
When it's smoke in the air, we ain't speakin' on shit, we gon' go out the vibe (Vibe, vibe, vibe)
When it's smoke in the air, we ain't speakin' on shit, we gon' pull up and slide (Slide, slide, slide, slide)
They don't bang what we bang, they ain't part of the gang, they ain't part our tribe (Part our tribe)
Nigga speak on the gang, we gon' knock out his brain and that's on the guys (Guys, guys, guys)
When it's smoke in the air, we ain't speakin' on shit, we gon' go out the vibe (Vibe, vibe, vibe)
When it's smoke in the air, we ain't speakin' on shit, we gon' pull up and slide (Slide, slide, slide, slide)
They don't bang what we bang, they ain't part of the gang, they ain't part our tribe (Part of our tribe)
Nigga speak on the gang, we gon' knock out his brain and that's on the guys (Guys, guys, guys, guys)
Pussy nigga say he lookin' for me, I don't stay far
I'm a roguish nigga in a race car
With a .40 Glock and a AR
I'm a street nigga, fuck a day job
If you really want it, gotta pray for it
Spinned last night, I ain't hit none
We gon' double-back with a re-drill
Shoulder strapped, no refuel
My young nigga want a free kill
They don't understand that it's deep here
My uncle bummin' for free bills
We went to school for them free meals
We don't fuck around with them cheap pills
Just imagine how a nigga feet feel
In the battlefiled with that mud on my cleats
Say they lookin' for my gang, but we thug where they be (Um)
Tell Blako, "Get the gloves, put a flood on they street" (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
On my bro, they gon' get smoked like the drugs that I keep (Shh)
Gucci got me out the mud, now it's a dub for a feat
When it's smoke in the air, we ain't speakin' on shit, we gon' go out the vibe (Vibe, vibe, vibe)
When it's smoke in the air, we ain't speakin' on shit, we gon' pull up and slide (Slide, slide, slide, slide)
They don't bang what we bang, they ain't part of the gang, they ain't part our tribe (Part our tribe)
Nigga speak on the gang, we gon' knock out his brain and that's on the guys (Guys, guys, guys)
When it's smoke in the air, we ain't speakin' on shit, we gon' go out the vibe (Vibe, vibe, vibe)
When it's smoke in the air, we ain't speakin' on shit, we gon' pull up and slide (Slide, slide, slide, slide)
They don't bang what we bang, they ain't part of the gang, they ain't part our tribe (Part of our tribe)
Nigga speak on the gang, we gon' knock out his brain and that's on the guys (Guys, guys, guys, guys)
Niggas ain't no killers (Nah)
I seen you up on Insta', postin' pictures with them pistols (What?)
I recognize that microwave, you better leave your sister's (Skrrt)
Lock me up for a lotta days, they toss me in the system (Uh)
Ever since Atolla age, I promise I've been with it (It's on my mama)
Boot camps in them prisons, they ain't really live how we livin' (No)
In the state yard with them sentences, it's a graveyard or a Glizzy (Uh)
Swear we way harder than these niggas (I swear)
Fresh out that camp, they on a mission (Um)
Big Glock .40 my britches, uh (Ooh)
Made it out that nitty-gritty, now my name buzzin' (Um)
Runnin' red lights, I can't go out like Ken Cousins (Zoom, zoom)
Shooter with me say that he gon' bust a brain for me (Um)
And I'ma spend a check and make sure all his chains flooded
When it's smoke in the air, we ain't speakin' on shit, we gon' go out the vibe (Vibe, vibe, vibe)
When it's smoke in the air, we ain't speakin' on shit, we gon' pull up and slide (Slide, slide, slide, slide)
They don't bang what we bang, they ain't part of the gang, they ain't part our tribe (Part our tribe)
Nigga speak on the gang, we gon' knock out his brain and that's on the guys (Guys, guys, guys)
When it's smoke in the air, we ain't speakin' on shit, we gon' go out the vibe (Vibe, vibe, vibe)
When it's smoke in the air, we ain't speakin' on shit, we gon' pull up and slide (Slide, slide, slide, slide)
They don't bang what we bang, they ain't part of the gang, they ain't part our tribe (Part of our tribe)
Nigga speak on the gang, we gon' knock out his brain and that's on the guys (Guys, guys, guys, guys)
(B100)
When it's smoke in the air, we ain't speakin' on shit, we gon' go out the vibe (Vibe, vibe, vibe)
When it's smoke in the air, we ain't speakin' on shit, we gon' pull up and slide (Slide, slide, slide, slide)
They don't bang what we bang, they ain't part of the gang, they ain't part our tribe (Part our tribe)
Nigga speak on the gang, we gon' knock out his brain and that's on the guys (Guys, guys, guys)
When it's smoke in the air, we ain't speakin' on shit, we gon' go out the vibe (Vibe, vibe, vibe)
When it's smoke in the air, we ain't speakin' on shit, we gon' pull up and slide (Slide, slide, slide, slide)
They don't bang what we bang, they ain't part of the gang, they ain't part our tribe (Part of our tribe)
Nigga speak on the gang, we gon' knock out his brain and that's on the guys (Guys, guys, guys, guys)
Pussy nigga say he lookin' for me, I don't stay far
I'm a roguish nigga in a race car
With a .40 Glock and a AR
I'm a street nigga, fuck a day job
If you really want it, gotta pray for it
Spinned last night, I ain't hit none
We gon' double-back with a re-drill
Shoulder strapped, no refuel
My young nigga want a free kill
They don't understand that it's deep here
My uncle bummin' for free bills
We went to school for them free meals
We don't fuck around with them cheap pills
Just imagine how a nigga feet feel
In the battlefiled with that mud on my cleats
Say they lookin' for my gang, but we thug where they be (Um)
Tell Blako, "Get the gloves, put a flood on they street" (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
On my bro, they gon' get smoked like the drugs that I keep (Shh)
Gucci got me out the mud, now it's a dub for a feat
When it's smoke in the air, we ain't speakin' on shit, we gon' go out the vibe (Vibe, vibe, vibe)
When it's smoke in the air, we ain't speakin' on shit, we gon' pull up and slide (Slide, slide, slide, slide)
They don't bang what we bang, they ain't part of the gang, they ain't part our tribe (Part our tribe)
Nigga speak on the gang, we gon' knock out his brain and that's on the guys (Guys, guys, guys)
When it's smoke in the air, we ain't speakin' on shit, we gon' go out the vibe (Vibe, vibe, vibe)
When it's smoke in the air, we ain't speakin' on shit, we gon' pull up and slide (Slide, slide, slide, slide)
They don't bang what we bang, they ain't part of the gang, they ain't part our tribe (Part of our tribe)
Nigga speak on the gang, we gon' knock out his brain and that's on the guys (Guys, guys, guys, guys)
Niggas ain't no killers (Nah)
I seen you up on Insta', postin' pictures with them pistols (What?)
I recognize that microwave, you better leave your sister's (Skrrt)
Lock me up for a lotta days, they toss me in the system (Uh)
Ever since Atolla age, I promise I've been with it (It's on my mama)
Boot camps in them prisons, they ain't really live how we livin' (No)
In the state yard with them sentences, it's a graveyard or a Glizzy (Uh)
Swear we way harder than these niggas (I swear)
Fresh out that camp, they on a mission (Um)
Big Glock .40 my britches, uh (Ooh)
Made it out that nitty-gritty, now my name buzzin' (Um)
Runnin' red lights, I can't go out like Ken Cousins (Zoom, zoom)
Shooter with me say that he gon' bust a brain for me (Um)
And I'ma spend a check and make sure all his chains flooded
When it's smoke in the air, we ain't speakin' on shit, we gon' go out the vibe (Vibe, vibe, vibe)
When it's smoke in the air, we ain't speakin' on shit, we gon' pull up and slide (Slide, slide, slide, slide)
They don't bang what we bang, they ain't part of the gang, they ain't part our tribe (Part our tribe)
Nigga speak on the gang, we gon' knock out his brain and that's on the guys (Guys, guys, guys)
When it's smoke in the air, we ain't speakin' on shit, we gon' go out the vibe (Vibe, vibe, vibe)
When it's smoke in the air, we ain't speakin' on shit, we gon' pull up and slide (Slide, slide, slide, slide)
They don't bang what we bang, they ain't part of the gang, they ain't part our tribe (Part of our tribe)
Nigga speak on the gang, we gon' knock out his brain and that's on the guys (Guys, guys, guys, guys)
Writer(s): Samuel Gloade, Radric Delantic Davis, Justin Garner
