Slidin'

****, you talking all that shit

I talk with my stick

Pull up on me you get hit with a blick

Did the race, hit a lick then we dip

Think he Wick got a Glock 26

Running packs, in her Birkin it's bricks

Told you once, I need only one clip

Pockets full of cash looking real thicc

Full smoke, on my grind, locked in

On my bully, leaving **** upset

Stepping on necks, stacking up checks

Pretty face, same time big threat

Running laps and not breaking a sweat

You here for the views, I'm here for the bread

Speaking facts it go over your head

Uh yeah

This Wu-tang verse Shaolin

Step into a room and I got you **** whyling

All black in a drop, get the call yeah we be sliding

Best stay out the way, or today's the day you dying

Bitch you acting tough, but bitch you don't wanna try it

Started as a mosh and it ended in riot

Two cups of the wok, in the evening it's a diet

Your man on the phone, yeah he say that I'm the finest

Post a pic on insta just to leave a small reminder

I do what I want, when I want, 'cause I decided

I stay on the low, all my moves I keep them quiet

You stay moving shady, bitch don't double sided

We gone pull up first side you see is the front of my stick

AJ on the threads yeah you know that she got wild drip

Mugler on my body so you know I got a thigh slit

Hating so you try spit

You **** lame don't try it