Slida

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ay, Coke Pitcha) It's LoLife (I can't deny it) Motherfuckin' Blacc (I'm a fucking slida) Let's get it Yeah [Chorus] I can't deny it, I'm a fucking slida, I'ma keep that fya on me (I'ma keep that fya) Lately, I feel like they plottin' on me (I feel like they plottin') 12 just hit the spot, who tellin' on me? (Fuck, who tellin'?) I can't deny it, I'm a fucking slida, I'ma keep that fya on me (I'ma keep that fya) Lately, I feel like they plottin' on me (I feel like they plottin') 12 just hit the spot, who tellin' on me? (Fuck, who tellin'? It's LoLife) [Verse 1] Ridin', slidin' fuck that (Fuck that) We gon' shoot first, we don't bust back (Bust back) 12 hit the spot, where the narcs at? Flora hit the door, had to flush that (Do that) Hit the back door, jump fence (Jump fеnce) Huh, ho free, don't flinch (Don't flinch) Got slim, got hit with intent (Fuck 'em) Gеt a bun, I'ma ride like that bitch On I-20, got a lil' hatchback (Skrrt) My bitch proud, make it back Spaceship don't have rear view mirrors, so you know a nigga ain't lookin' back Breakin' my ankle, I'm chasin' the paper, I'm stuck like glue or tape I rather get caught with it then without it, 'cause me and my Glock too attached It's LoLife [Chorus] I can't deny it, I'm a fucking slida, I'ma keep that fya on me (I'ma keep that fya) Lately, I feel like they plottin' on me (I feel like they plottin') 12 just hit the spot, who tellin' on me? (Fuck, who tellin'?) I can't deny it, I'm a fucking slida, I'ma keep that fya on me (I'ma keep that fya) Lately, I feel like they plottin' on me (I feel like they plottin') 12 just hit the spot, who tellin' on me? (Fuck, who tellin'? It's LoLife) [Verse 2] I don't bond, should I go to court or run? (Run) Sack came, told my fine lil' bitch, I'm still slidin' with my gun (Slidin' with my gun) You'd think Nick Cannon hit a drumline outside, when I hit them drums (Boom, boom, boom) Bombs over Baghdad, clip came from Sudan (Clip came from Sudan) Flip a coin when I'm low on the funds (Funds) Take a shit or pick up the gun (Fya) In the shower, just me soaping guns (Fya) Lord forgive me, you know what I done (Forgive me) Keep it open, I'm servin' your son (Son) Tote the gun, from Sunday to Sunday (Sleep) Don't try me, bitch, I ain't the one (No sir) This for the felons who totin' a gun (LoLife) [Chorus] I can't deny it, I'm a fucking slida, I'ma keep that fya on me (I'ma keep that fya) Lately, I feel like they plottin' on me (I feel like they plottin') 12 just hit the spot, who tellin' on me? (Fuck, who tellin'?) I can't deny it, I'm a fucking slida, I'ma keep that fya on me (I'ma keep that fya) Lately, I feel like they plottin' on me (I feel like they plottin') 12 just hit the spot, who tellin' on me? (Fuck, who tellin'? Snitchin')