Slidin’

Lyrics

[Intro] Skrrt, skrrt We slidin' nigga (This Is A HitMan Production) Big grape [Chorus] In traffic, slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin'),  slidin' (slidin'),  slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin'),  slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin') Pull on yo block, slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin') Hop on this beat, slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin') You want the beef? we slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin') [Verse 1] Load up the choppa, we slidin' (slidin') Don't gotta ask, my dog ridin' (they ridin') Bitch I be high, I be flying (fly) Pull on yo block, I ain't hiding (hey) I see it, I want it, I buy it (cash out) Hunnid clip bowls at the house He tried to rob me, he tried (he what?) I shot the boy clean to his eye (aye, aye, aye) These niggas scary hoe, spin on his block like a mer-a-go Pull up, wanna stop at the Texaco, pack coming all the way from Mexico I got that gas, not no regular (nah) Only Blue Cheese on my schedule (blueface) Bitch pop a perc, she on medical (perky) Slidin' come stay, we wet you up My bitch a gangster, she set you up I'm feeling so high, like I'm flexible Glock to his face, it get technical I cook my dope up in a med cup We hop in traffic with steamers I just throwed the car at splabeamer Wheezy fuck boy, I'm not a skeemer Shoot a fuck boy for no reason [Chorus] In traffic, slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin') Pull on yo block, slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin') Hop on this beat, slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin') You want the beef? we slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin') [Verse 2] Shoot up his house, boy imma slide (bow bow) Pump to the chest, power drive (flip him) I don't need a stylist, auto pilot (fly nigga) Just killed the scene, Michael Myers Fuck how you feel, go to trial (fuck that) The seeds in your blunt, you smoking mild (yeah) Big Backwoods, no Black N Milds Kick down the school, a problem child We up in traffic, four deep, banger my hip, 20k gold in my teeth (big grape) Just robbed a nigga in my sleep, this shit too easy, them boys don't compete (yeah) Take them new shoes off his feet, make a run home to his motherfuckin' peets Load up my choppa and creep, the devil too hot, need to turn down the heat (fizzle) [Chorus] In traffic, slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin') Pull on yo block, slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin') Hop on this beat, slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin') You want the beef? we slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin'), slidin' (slidin') [Outro] Ran outta fucking gas Pull at the gas station