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Slidin'

 

Slidin'

(álbum: Before The Fame - 2017)


Yeah, yeah
Uh, uh, uh, uh
I've been runnin up a check
Sliding, gang members hopping out with TEC's, uh

I've been running up a check
Sliding, gang members hopping out with TEC's
Niggas can't afford this price on my neck
Glock-19 when I'm sliding through the 'jects
I lost my lil brother to these streets
So it ain't a question why I gotta keep the heat
A lot of niggas mad, I spent a dub in a week
I be seeing death when I close my eyes to sleep

And next I'ma bust down a watch
Niggas always hiding when we sliding on the opps
Asking hella questions I'ma take you for a cop
Think it's fun and games 'til a nigga get shot
Niggas going broke tryna stunt
I been in a different time zone for a month
Lot of niggas hate me cause they know that I'm the one
I just hope I Iive long enough to have a son
Brand new forty, Smith & Wesson
Tryna stop smoking, but nigga I been stressing
Gone off the drugs, shit in life I still question
Like why my nigga gone, why I gotta keep a weapon?
Oh I need answers
I need less stressing and I need more dancers
I need more family around and less randoms
I need more times when you ride it at random
I need one time when you ride it on camera
I need less talk and more action, lights, camera
You say you lonely, I slide down like Santa
I just might taste if you blowing like candles
I get you wet let it drip to your ankle
I put my tongue everywhere I could taste you
And I got so deep from the side, I got angles
And I always keep you tied up like we tangled
I swear I hate fussing and fighting
We riding around with chops, ain't no tussling and fighting
I swear I hate fussing and fighting
We riding around with chops, ain't no tussling and fighting
Throw it, throw it back, watch you ride it
Diamonds on diamonds, I still ain't decided
Don't share with public what we do in private
I see them hundreds and I get excited
And I'm really in the north
No Porsche, riding with the semi in the north
Put on for the whole damn city that's of course
And I know nobody fucking with me on the course
Ayy, all these nigga wanna be me
Sayin that's it funk and they gon' see me when they see me
Chains on my neck get popped just for reaching
Niggas talking crazy, slide down, meet the demon
Bitch I'm a dog, I'ma vet 'cause I'm seasoned
Niggas gettin stretched for respect that's the reason
Niggas acting like they want beef but they vegan
I just want the hundreds, all the rest you can keep it
She wanna fuck me all the time, she be fiending
Glock on my hip, slide down, get to squeezing
Niggas really starving but be talking like they eating
What you made in a year, I done made in a weekend

I've been running up a check
Sliding, gang members hopping out with TEC's
Niggas can't afford this price on my neck
Glock-19 when I'm sliding through the 'jects

feito

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