"Slide" lyrics
(feat. B-Lovee)
[Maliibu Miitch:]
Huh, huh
Zukye Ardella on the beat (Huh)
Fuck— Fuck outta here— here
Tell 'em to pull up, bitches ain't movin' none
If they outside, tell 'em to slide
I see a opp in my ho
We gon' flip it and go eye for eye
So if they outside and they 'bout it, tell 'em to slide
'Cause if they outside and they 'bout it, tell 'em to
Slide (Huh)
I got the bros and the shooter that's ready to ride (Huh)
Wrappin' and flippin' the bricks is the vibes (Huh)
See a opp in my ho, we gon' go eye for eye (Huh)
Tell 'em to slide, uh
'Cause I ain't no pussy, bitch, several computers
I'm with the shooters
They aim at your door, throwin' shots with the Ruger
Well, bitches is jealous and envious
I'm puttin' numbers up while they be grillin' me
Got bitches all mad at me
'Cause of my flow and my bars and the OG's be feelin' me
Nicki be feelin' me, Foxy be feelin' me
'Cause I be matchin' they energy
I fuck with the realest and really these bitches be jelly
'Cause they want the seat I'm in
I fuck with the realest and really I'm poppin'
And pretty and niggas can see in me
I fuck with the baddest and only the maddies be sayin'
They ain't really feelin' me
Slide (Huh)
I got the bros and the shooter that's ready to ride (Huh)
Wrappin' and flippin' the bricks is the vibes (Huh)
See a opp in my ho, we gon' go eye for eye (Huh)
[B-Lovee:]
Spot a opp, we gon' go shot for shot
If he don't got a shot, that's an opp in a box
She been feelin' the kid, she gon' top in the drop
If your twin in the cut with a stick on the Glock
Tryna lie, it ain't no giving no drop
Demon pop out the car, he don't miss 'em a lot
Give a fuck about a cop, he gon' clip to his heart
If he trip then he got hollows ripped through his top, grrah
Throw a shot at a opp tryna hop
Fuck that, we spinning block after block
Dump that, we smoking opp after opp
Say we know how he bop, we do not
That bitch fanned out, she love the new drop
Just tell 'em to stop
If I throw out this bitch, I won't stop
No, I ain't sexing this bitch, I want top
I get money and Mary got knots
Niggas think that they're scary, they not
And as soon as he dare me, he's shot
Do not come near me, do you hear me or not?
Feelin' wavy and shit
His bitch, she keep buggin', she talkin' 'bout babies and shit
While I'm tryna place me a hit
Bro pop out the dark with the knocks actin' crazy and shit
[Maliibu Miitch:]
Slide (Huh)
I got the bros and the shooter that's ready to ride (Huh)
Wrappin' and flippin' the bricks is the vibes (Huh)
See a opp in my ho, we gon' go eye for eye (Huh)
Slide (Huh)
I got the bros and the shooter that's ready to ride (Huh)
Wrappin' and flippin' the bricks is the vibes (Huh)
See a opp in my ho, we gon' go eye for eye (Huh)
Fuck— Fuck outta here— here
Huh, huh
Zukye Ardella on the beat (Huh)
Fuck— Fuck outta here— here
Tell 'em to pull up, bitches ain't movin' none
If they outside, tell 'em to slide
I see a opp in my ho
We gon' flip it and go eye for eye
So if they outside and they 'bout it, tell 'em to slide
'Cause if they outside and they 'bout it, tell 'em to
Slide (Huh)
I got the bros and the shooter that's ready to ride (Huh)
Wrappin' and flippin' the bricks is the vibes (Huh)
See a opp in my ho, we gon' go eye for eye (Huh)
Tell 'em to slide, uh
'Cause I ain't no pussy, bitch, several computers
I'm with the shooters
They aim at your door, throwin' shots with the Ruger
Well, bitches is jealous and envious
I'm puttin' numbers up while they be grillin' me
Got bitches all mad at me
'Cause of my flow and my bars and the OG's be feelin' me
Nicki be feelin' me, Foxy be feelin' me
'Cause I be matchin' they energy
I fuck with the realest and really these bitches be jelly
'Cause they want the seat I'm in
I fuck with the realest and really I'm poppin'
And pretty and niggas can see in me
I fuck with the baddest and only the maddies be sayin'
They ain't really feelin' me
Slide (Huh)
I got the bros and the shooter that's ready to ride (Huh)
Wrappin' and flippin' the bricks is the vibes (Huh)
See a opp in my ho, we gon' go eye for eye (Huh)
[B-Lovee:]
Spot a opp, we gon' go shot for shot
If he don't got a shot, that's an opp in a box
She been feelin' the kid, she gon' top in the drop
If your twin in the cut with a stick on the Glock
Tryna lie, it ain't no giving no drop
Demon pop out the car, he don't miss 'em a lot
Give a fuck about a cop, he gon' clip to his heart
If he trip then he got hollows ripped through his top, grrah
Throw a shot at a opp tryna hop
Fuck that, we spinning block after block
Dump that, we smoking opp after opp
Say we know how he bop, we do not
That bitch fanned out, she love the new drop
Just tell 'em to stop
If I throw out this bitch, I won't stop
No, I ain't sexing this bitch, I want top
I get money and Mary got knots
Niggas think that they're scary, they not
And as soon as he dare me, he's shot
Do not come near me, do you hear me or not?
Feelin' wavy and shit
His bitch, she keep buggin', she talkin' 'bout babies and shit
While I'm tryna place me a hit
Bro pop out the dark with the knocks actin' crazy and shit
[Maliibu Miitch:]
Slide (Huh)
I got the bros and the shooter that's ready to ride (Huh)
Wrappin' and flippin' the bricks is the vibes (Huh)
See a opp in my ho, we gon' go eye for eye (Huh)
Slide (Huh)
I got the bros and the shooter that's ready to ride (Huh)
Wrappin' and flippin' the bricks is the vibes (Huh)
See a opp in my ho, we gon' go eye for eye (Huh)
Fuck— Fuck outta here— here
