"Slide" lyrics
Strap on the side, I'll never die
These guns gon' shoot, shot through your spine
She see me drive, she wanna ride (Kersa)
Hop on the stick, I break her spine
Strap on the side, I'll never die
These guns gon' shoot, shot through your spine
She see me drive, she wanna ride
Hop on the stick, I break her spine
Bitch, I'm so faded, I'm faded now, yeah, yeah
Look at my bank account, bank account, yeah, yeah
Just bought a new Wraith just so I can drag race
Niggas was talkin' down on me back then, now nigga what that cash say?
Karma's a bitch, this is what you get
For not givin' me a chance
Look my diamonds dancin', Chris Brown solo
You can look, bitch, but don't touch
.40 hit you from the neck up
Keep a .40 on me, no question
R.I.P. Juice, R.I.P. X, R.I.P. Peep
Gotta look both ways before I cross the street
Feel like everybody get [?] after me, yeah
R.I.P. to all our fallen legends
Don't wanna die, so I keep a Smith & Wesson
Pull up, on God, I might teach him a lesson
Apply the pressure
Oh my god, my bitch so fun, she a dime
If a nigga try, you get swatted like a fly
Or you'll get swatted like a Twitch streamer
My bitches is with [?], yeah, eat it
I feel like Michael Jackson, uh, beat it
Head game on Medusa, it turn me to stone
All these hoes tryna fuck me, get the fuck out my phone
These hoes be sayin' that they love me, but they fucked my bro
She tried to force me like [?], but I am not the one
Strap on the side, I'll never die
These guns gon' shoot, shot through your spine
She see me drive, she wanna ride
Hop on the stick, I break her spine
Strap on the side, I'll never die
These guns gon' shoot, shot through your spine
She see me drive, she wanna ride
Hop on the stick, I break her spine
These guns gon' shoot, shot through your spine
She see me drive, she wanna ride (Kersa)
Hop on the stick, I break her spine
Strap on the side, I'll never die
These guns gon' shoot, shot through your spine
She see me drive, she wanna ride
Hop on the stick, I break her spine
Bitch, I'm so faded, I'm faded now, yeah, yeah
Look at my bank account, bank account, yeah, yeah
Just bought a new Wraith just so I can drag race
Niggas was talkin' down on me back then, now nigga what that cash say?
Karma's a bitch, this is what you get
For not givin' me a chance
Look my diamonds dancin', Chris Brown solo
You can look, bitch, but don't touch
.40 hit you from the neck up
Keep a .40 on me, no question
R.I.P. Juice, R.I.P. X, R.I.P. Peep
Gotta look both ways before I cross the street
Feel like everybody get [?] after me, yeah
R.I.P. to all our fallen legends
Don't wanna die, so I keep a Smith & Wesson
Pull up, on God, I might teach him a lesson
Apply the pressure
Oh my god, my bitch so fun, she a dime
If a nigga try, you get swatted like a fly
Or you'll get swatted like a Twitch streamer
My bitches is with [?], yeah, eat it
I feel like Michael Jackson, uh, beat it
Head game on Medusa, it turn me to stone
All these hoes tryna fuck me, get the fuck out my phone
These hoes be sayin' that they love me, but they fucked my bro
She tried to force me like [?], but I am not the one
Strap on the side, I'll never die
These guns gon' shoot, shot through your spine
She see me drive, she wanna ride
Hop on the stick, I break her spine
Strap on the side, I'll never die
These guns gon' shoot, shot through your spine
She see me drive, she wanna ride
Hop on the stick, I break her spine
