"Slide Sum Mo" lyrics
(feat. Rio Da Yung Og)
(Marc Boomin, this you?)
[Rio Da Yung OG:]
Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga
Truck got a supercharger, this bitch whinin' and pootin'
Why you talkin' 'bout them hats, lyin' in your music?
I just bought a twelve of drink, but I'm kind of stupid
'Cause he had a whole bottle, I could've told him, "Bring the pint to me"
Just called and checked on my auntie, she get a pint Sunday
The drank man pulled up, I pulled off, I seen Pai comin'
So you love your block that much, you'll die for it?
You ain't shoot the gun that much, you lyin', boy
It was a cold winter day, now it's July 4th
We ridin' in some shit off the lot with five hundred pounds of torque
He said some bullshit, then he found the floor
We can only drink a lil' bit, I just found a four
Oh, never mind, I just found some more
I just took the bitch back to let me down some more
That is not real weed, I'm a connoisseur
I grew up in the trench, we was kind of poor
[VonOff1700:]
Uh, you ain't never killed a man, what you cappin' for?
He said he got a pint of Tris, what he taxin' for it?
You know you got opps, what you lackin' for?
You know you ain't gon' shoot, what you packin' for?
I got a family to feed, what I'm slackin' for?
If you ain't tryna touch a million, what you stackin' for?
I'm really livin' what I rap, what I'm actin' for?
This a Trackhawk Jeep, this is not a Ford
Woke up and beat my bitch ass, I got kinda bored
Man, this shit I got on, you cannot afford
We finna run a train on her, all aboard
Don't send a bitch for my lo', I'm not fallin' for it
We the ones you call if you wanna get shit started
Lickin' Trish off my dick, man, this bitch know how to party
Why this nigga Ri tryna sell a Cartis?
This nigga weird, talkin' 'bout pull up to an Arby's
[Rio Da Yung OG:]
Trash bag, nigga pulled up with some garbage
Then he tried to tax for 'em and they robbed him
I don't have no cough syrup, it's a problem
We shot through the windshield and hit his noggin
How the fuck you ain't got a switch on you? You from Chicago
We had a number-one opp, but he died, though
He was finna get popped with his son, but he was cryin', though
Like how the fuck you know where Actavis at and I don't know?
This girl pussy too wet, I'm finna drown
I got some real smackers who'll do that, they out of town, though
I got some more smackers in Chicago
His aim good, he can hit your hat with a blindfold
I got too much dog shit, I don't wear white clothes
They hit his crib with some hot shit, then the pipes broke
One day, a nigga shot my car up, he ain't alive, though
And we ain't even catch that body, but he died, though
[VonOff1700:]
You don't even know the nigga, what you cryin' for?
I don't even know the bitch, but she mine, though
'Cause I'm drinkin' lean, do that mean I'm dyin' slow?
Nigga, I just blew two hundred thou', that's what you signed for?
This a Scat Pack, not a straight, but it's ridin', though
Yeah, I know I got an M, I'm still grindin', though
Uh, give a fuck about this money, I'ma slide for bro
As soon as I leave the studio, I'm finna slide some more
[Rio Da Yung OG:]
Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga
Truck got a supercharger, this bitch whinin' and pootin'
Why you talkin' 'bout them hats, lyin' in your music?
I just bought a twelve of drink, but I'm kind of stupid
'Cause he had a whole bottle, I could've told him, "Bring the pint to me"
Just called and checked on my auntie, she get a pint Sunday
The drank man pulled up, I pulled off, I seen Pai comin'
So you love your block that much, you'll die for it?
You ain't shoot the gun that much, you lyin', boy
It was a cold winter day, now it's July 4th
We ridin' in some shit off the lot with five hundred pounds of torque
He said some bullshit, then he found the floor
We can only drink a lil' bit, I just found a four
Oh, never mind, I just found some more
I just took the bitch back to let me down some more
That is not real weed, I'm a connoisseur
I grew up in the trench, we was kind of poor
[VonOff1700:]
Uh, you ain't never killed a man, what you cappin' for?
He said he got a pint of Tris, what he taxin' for it?
You know you got opps, what you lackin' for?
You know you ain't gon' shoot, what you packin' for?
I got a family to feed, what I'm slackin' for?
If you ain't tryna touch a million, what you stackin' for?
I'm really livin' what I rap, what I'm actin' for?
This a Trackhawk Jeep, this is not a Ford
Woke up and beat my bitch ass, I got kinda bored
Man, this shit I got on, you cannot afford
We finna run a train on her, all aboard
Don't send a bitch for my lo', I'm not fallin' for it
We the ones you call if you wanna get shit started
Lickin' Trish off my dick, man, this bitch know how to party
Why this nigga Ri tryna sell a Cartis?
This nigga weird, talkin' 'bout pull up to an Arby's
[Rio Da Yung OG:]
Trash bag, nigga pulled up with some garbage
Then he tried to tax for 'em and they robbed him
I don't have no cough syrup, it's a problem
We shot through the windshield and hit his noggin
How the fuck you ain't got a switch on you? You from Chicago
We had a number-one opp, but he died, though
He was finna get popped with his son, but he was cryin', though
Like how the fuck you know where Actavis at and I don't know?
This girl pussy too wet, I'm finna drown
I got some real smackers who'll do that, they out of town, though
I got some more smackers in Chicago
His aim good, he can hit your hat with a blindfold
I got too much dog shit, I don't wear white clothes
They hit his crib with some hot shit, then the pipes broke
One day, a nigga shot my car up, he ain't alive, though
And we ain't even catch that body, but he died, though
[VonOff1700:]
You don't even know the nigga, what you cryin' for?
I don't even know the bitch, but she mine, though
'Cause I'm drinkin' lean, do that mean I'm dyin' slow?
Nigga, I just blew two hundred thou', that's what you signed for?
This a Scat Pack, not a straight, but it's ridin', though
Yeah, I know I got an M, I'm still grindin', though
Uh, give a fuck about this money, I'ma slide for bro
As soon as I leave the studio, I'm finna slide some more
