Slide

Yeah, you know what's goin' on, ****

These-these Lobby Boyz, ****

Cap, yeah, yeah

Don't make me slide, huh

Pull up on one of the guys

And I'm hopin' he won't be surprised

When I pull up to one of his side

Don't make me sign

And I'm hopin' I'm catch him on live

And it's only a matter of time

'Cause brodie be out of his mind

Don't make me slide, woo, huh

Don't make me slide, huh

Don't make me slide, woo

Don't make me slide, woo

Money and power, we got the money and power

Know that the city is ours

Spinnin' again, pull up with killers and robbers

Get your lil' homies devoured, ay

Energy, energy, energy

I got that right type of energy

Hold up, let's take a lil' time out

Shout out to all of my enemies

I ain't no regular rap ****

They know I live what I rap, ****

Showed up in front of your girl house

She the one told you I'm that ****

It never matter what that cost

Not even showin' the bag card

Most of my homies is in this

Most of my women is escorts

Like it or love it, they caught me kissin' him out or in public

I'm on a hundred, hurry, said, "****, you buggin'"

You only live once, so it's fuck it, ay

They see me hop out the coupe

All of this jewelry, I'm cute, ay

I am the truth, the Rollie is yellow, the diamonds is blue

Don't make me slide, huh

Pull up on one of the guys

And I'm hopin' he won't be surprised

When I pull up to one of his side

Don't make me sign

And I'm hopin' I catch him on live

And it's only a matter of time

'Cause brodie be out of his mind

Don't make me slide, woo, huh

Don't make me slide, huh

Don't make me slide, woo

Don't make me slide, woo

Don't make me bang

Nine Trey, that's really my gang

Back to back, we goin' side to side

Everybody know we outside, slide

Brooklyn **** out in Bucktown

I'ma get money, ****, from Uptown

Got bullets with me when I touch down

Get it? Fuck round

Love will make you start uppin' it

Since a baby, been tuckin' it

Water rowin', I ain't touchin' shit, respectfully

Respectfully, you could suck a dick

And whatever gon' come with it

**** know I get done with it

Fifty shots, that's a drum with it

Hit your block and let the gun whip it

Tell a cop he can fuck his ticket

Tell your bitch she can suck and lick it, it's lit

Matter of fact, it's up

Back to back to back trucks

Catch him in the wrong house

And get his ass packed up

Don't make me slide, huh

I got a stylist, bitch, I live in SoHo

I'm in the city, I don't need a promo

I don't need a sign, I don't need a logo

I don't need a gang, I pull up on him dolo

Thinkin' 'bout the opps fuckin' up my mojo

Lock a **** down, I'm feelin' like a bozo

Don't talk too much, I keep it on the low-low

No jewelry and car 'cause I don't wanna showboat

Huh, can't be a statistic

I know they watchin' and waitin' to see who I'm chillin' it with

So I gotta stay distant

I don't have too much **** in my pictures

I don't have too much karma with my bitches

They askin' too much questions, then I'm dippin'

Don't got a shooter with me, then I'm flippin'

Don't be a victim, 'cause it's just a matter of time

Talkin' that real shit in your rap, and **** start gettin' mad at your rhymes

Like, some of you cappin' in line, huh, none of these baddies is mines

I done bogarted my way to the front, none of you had me aligned

Don't make me slide, huh

Pull up on one of the guys

And I'm hopin' he won't be surprised

When I pull up to one of his side

Don't make me sign

And I'm hopin' I'm catch him on live

And it's only a matter of time

'Cause brodie be out of his mind

Don't make me—