Slide (Remix)

[FBG Duck:]
Ay Ewell, I don't want no autotune
Yeah you know lately
Fuck all that shit
We been on a whole 'lot of gang shit you know, never lane switch
That's how I'm coming
Gang gang since potty train, all that shit
Oh this how you coming too?
Naw for real

This a real nigga party, you cannot get in (in)
Bussing out the mid (mid), foenem off the Xans (Xans)
I can't shake your hand (hand), no, I'm not your friend (friend)
I don't fuck with rappers (nah), no I'm not a fan (fan), damn (damn)
Niggas really shoot, no accident (for real)
I can't make this shit up, I cannot pretend, damn
And I heard you know who shot ya mans (for real?)
You ain't tryna slide so don't be acting like you is (pussy)
'Cause if you gon' slide, pussy nigga then slide then (yeah)
Let me see some fucking shots fired then (rrah, rrah, rrah)
Make me shoot that crib up you hiding in
Don't wanna hear them loud sounds, then be quiet then

You don't wanna hear that frrtp then shhh
'Fore I sneak up on you with that pew pew pew (ugh)
Riding with that wish-a-nigga-would (uh)
This right here'll turn a nigga name to a hood
Bumped into a bitch I knew in high school
Look, been tried to fuck you, bitch, you past due
Remember you was dissing in the classroom
Now you tryna top me in the bathroom
You wasn't out here with the gang bitch you lying
You wasn't duckin from the 12 toting the iron
I can't trust you bitch if you not one of mine
We don't need no new niggas, yeah, bitch we fine

This a real nigga party, you cannot get in (in)
Bussing out the mid (mid), foenem off the Xans (Xans)
I can't shake your hand (hand), no, I'm not your friend (friend)
I don't fuck with rappers (nah), no I'm not a fan (fan), damn
Niggas really shoot, no accident (for real)
I can't make this shit up, I cannot pretend, damn
And I heard you know who shot ya mans (for real?)
You ain't tryna slide so don't be acting like you is (pussy)
'Cause if you gon' slide, pussy nigga then slide then (yeah)
Let me see some fucking shots fired then (rrah, rrah, rrah)
Ayy, let me tell y'all a little something
Make me shoot that crib up you hiding in
I'ma talk my shit
Don't wanna hear them loud sounds, then be quiet then

[21 Savage:]
Let me see you slide (straight up)
Sixth grade, on my kids, I had a deuce fire (on god)
Slaughter Gang, rep that dagger, don't get crucified (on god)
Glock 33 with the 30 hanging out, I swear my trigger finger itching
After the candle light, we pushing up, shoot the funeral up
You think cause you went and tatted your face, that shit make you tough?
Saiga-12 and I fill it with slugs, thotty got hit with a bust
This bitch tripping tryna face time, I'm tryna catch me a nut
Roll the window down, stick the choppers out
Fuck a diss song, nigga let's shoot it out
Lace my boots up, put the coupes up
Grab a hotbox, time to shoot stuff
Savage from the 6 where they tote a lot of big shit
Savage pop a lot of shit, like that nigga foreign clip
Hit his car so many times, that Draco made a sunroof
Fuck a fistfight I'ma show you what these guns do (21, 21)
The streets raised me, I'm a bastard (straight up)
All these bodies wanna hire me a pastor (yeah-yeah)
Mossberg, hit his chest and gave that nigga astma (21)
Middle school to high school, I was stealing plasmas

[FBG Duck:]
This a real nigga party, you cannot get in (in)
Bussing out the mid (mid), foenem off the Xans (Xans)
I can't shake your hand (hand), no, I'm not your friend (friend)
I don't fuck with rappers (nah), no I'm not a fan (fan), damn
Niggas really shoot, no accident (for real)
I can't make this shit up, I cannot pretend, damn
And I heard you know who shot ya mans (for real?)
You ain't tryna slide so don't be acting like you is (pussy)
'Cause if you gon' slide, pussy nigga then slide then (yeah)
Let me see some fucking shots fired then (rrah, rrah, rrah)
Make me shoot that crib up you hiding in
Don't wanna hear them loud sounds, then be quiet then (loud)