Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Damondadon
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Damon Terell Harrington
Songwriter
Jeffrey Harrington
Songwriter
Russell Thomas
Songwriter
James Thompson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Slide
Producer
Lyrics
Give me the beat and I'm gone lose it
Matik like Nike bound to just do it
Nothing quite like me bound to be proving
It's highly unlikely the mob will be losing
Take a look at the way them hoes choosing
They Bob and they weave
For my partners and me
They starting to see how live it can be
If you ride with me put 'em in the sky
Let me see uh
I'm a drop a couple cubes til it lock
Backwoods twisting all its missing is the fire
James Bond mission proposition with the guys
Water got the hood lifting drifting to the side
Baby know my pimping come with drinks and fry
It's a celebration put your drinks in the sky
Baby looking good with the ink on her thigh
I can get her in the whip with the wink of an eye
And fuck diabetes I need pieces of the pie
Yo bitch ain't half decent I ain't even finna lie
I keep a cold piece with cold pieces on the side
And they don't mind jumping on me two at a time
I used to move work up past the state line
Charge they ass double for the order every time
Get it off the muscle move the bundles incline
Low key but a **** living like he big time
Muthafucka
Tell you a quick story about a rookie
Ran his mouth a lot couldn't back it up
A pussy
Sent my little bitch to get to know him a lil bit
She rolled up a stick she let him hit it
The bitch slick
Hands in his pocket
She wanna know just what he got
Now he sleep from the drink
She done got him for his watch
She went all through his house
Like rain without a roof
She even took the gold out his mouth
It's the truth
Slide
Slide come on now
Slide slide everybody just
Slide slide let's go now
Slide slide pick it up now
Slide slide to the left to the side
Side come on lil bit
Slide slide
To the left to the right right
Start on the bottom
Fuck that I ain't blinded by a hood rat
With a fat ass and a nice rack
I ain't even gone hold you
Time is limited so I guess I gotta fall back
She slick like a fox with a mind full of schemes
Cold as the winter shattering dreams
Smile so sweet but her hearts full of spite
Playing with yo mind like flipping on the light
Well I'm coming with some hellafied pimping
**** never crossed my path
Because you ain't that gifted
I think you tripping
Try to take my bitch
You could never go the distance
Because I got her with persistence
And I gotta put her on the stroll
In a quick instance
And she give me mad top
And now you wanna cry and say it's your WAP
Ok ****
I'm a master with the P
Call me ice cream man
It cost a bag to lay down
But it ain't like she staying
She got a man she paying
She fast like she Carri
Fast like Ferrari
Mad max but Barbie
She will shut this bitch down
And jump out the skat Pack
Wit rat a tat tat
And lay you out flat flat
She go in yo back Pack
Next the cash app
You start having flashbacks
She ask where the cash at
Written by: Damon Terell Harrington, James Thompson, Jeffrey Harrington, Russell Thomas
