Crediti
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Luh Soldier
Vocals
Big Yavo
Vocals
Donway1k
Vocals
TLE Cinco
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jamal Tarel Swain
Songwriter
Yaven Mannie Mauldin
Songwriter
Jonathan Cinco
Songwriter
Danota Cameron
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tavis Moore
Producer
Testi
[Verse 1]
I ain't let it slide then, so you think I'ma let it slide now?
Walk down, we don't do drive-bys
Caught his ass fumbling and bumbling, he ain't have Wi-Fi
Pillow talk to these hoes, ****, wa-lah
Ay, get 'em in, get 'em gone, ****, wa-lah
Hate by the hoe me and my bro won't fall out
Ay, shoot a movie while I'm geeked, ****, sky high
Score, do a dance, **** slide like cha-cha, ay
[Verse 2]
Lay me a **** no sheet no bed
Next morning he gone wake up dead
I asked your bitch for the neck soon as I sent the text
She was down on her knees where you pray at
Shot all the shots out the Glock, where the K at?
In the field, we run ver the ground you play at
I switched the clip for a drum 'cause this stick kinda light
Blow this bitch and go smoke out your life (Let's go)
Pressure on pressure, rollup and get high as a kite
Blow gas and go buss me a pipe
My circle so small like a kid, bitch, it's tight
They gone buss like they all in a tight
You saying you got sticks well, lil' bitch, we got fire
Fight fire wit' fire, lil' bitch, you gone die
Won't let it slide, bitch, we flipping the tire
It's a go up in traffic don't stop at the light (Let's go)
[Verse 3]
I ain't let it slide then, so you think I'ma let it slide now?
Walk down, we don't do drive-bys
Caught his ass fumbling and bumbling, he ain't have Wi-Fi
Pillow talk to these hoes, ****, wa-lah
Ay, get em in get 'em gone, ****, wa-lah
Hate by the hoe me and my bro won't fall out
Ay, shoot a movie while I'm geeked, ****, sky high
Score, do a dance, **** slide like cha-cha, ay
[Verse 4]
No, I ain't cuffin' nan bitch these hoes gone go
Fasho, I'm trying to count me a load
I'ma hustle till I'm gone
Still in the spot trying to get this shit gone
Not 'bout no money get off the phone
Break shawty back now that pussy I own
Put a band on your head, like I fuck wit the beetles
Ran up a twenty trapping the beater
Made up my main, she pulled up in a Beamer
I'm having these racks thinking I scam
My dawg caught a case bout that bread it's a jam
Just read my rights, I can't tell on my fam
I gamble the opps like I'm playing wit' dice
But I watch what I bet 'cause it might be my life
Like Tigger the tiger I got every stripe
Had to make this shit happen it wasn't overnight, let's go
[Verse 5]
I ain't let it slide then, so you think I'ma let it slide now?
Walk down, we don't do drive-bys
Caught his ass fumbling and bumbling, he ain't have Wi-Fi
Pillow talk to these hoes, ****, wa-lah
Ay, get em in get 'em gone, ****, wa-lah
Hate by the hoe me and my bro won't fall out
Ay, shoot a movie while I'm geeked, ****, sky high
Score, do a dance, **** slide like cha-cha, ay
[Verse 6]
****, we slide like cha-cha
Pull on your block let it blast like Baha, ay
I just walked in with Donway, I'ma soldier
New opp pack, Yavo, let's roll it
Pull on your block, now she down like I'm bowling
These **** hoes and I know it I'm focused
She suckin' on dick on my skin like some lotion
We flipping these hoes like loading some packs in some tokens, ay
I tote my stick and my best friend
Straight headshot make a **** turn his vest in
Glock wake 'em up, no resting
Gang left his key in the door and I crept in
Buy some new boots, got me kicking like Tekken, ay
Truckload fitness, I'm flexing, ay
Smoking dead opps, high as fuck, obsession
I'm sending a shooter like Melly, I'm messy, ay
[Verse 7]
I ain't let it slide then, so you think I'ma let it slide now?
Walk down, we don't do drive-bys
Caught his ass fumbling and bumbling, he ain't have Wi-Fi
Pillow talk to these hoes, ****, wa-lah
Ay, get em in get 'em gone, ****, wa-lah
Hate by the hoe me and my bro won't fall out
Ay, shoot a movie while I'm geeked, ****, sky high
Score, do a dance, **** slide like cha-cha, ay
Written by: Danota Cameron, Jamal Tarel Swain, Jonathan Cinco, Yaven Mannie Mauldin