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Slideville
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Slideville was released on June 7, 2024 by SonoWillzz, LLC as a part of the album Slideville - Single
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Release DateJune 7, 2024
LabelSonoWillzz, LLC
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM104

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Williams
James Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
T-Rifik
T-Rifik
Producer

Lyrics

Aye
Guns in the safe
Cash in the bank
Twelve get behind me
Take them on a chase
Been a lil ****
But my pockets Heavyweight
All my bitches dimes or better and
Got cake like Anna Mae
**** pull up to the trap
Gone wait in Line like Chick fil A
Cuddy serving dog food
Come pull up and get a plate
Put that shit on everyday
I'm tryna throw it in they face
**** broke as hell,
Go get up off yo ass and get some pape
You ain't got no motion
Go get in the field and make a play
Every time he come around
Lil **** begging for an eighth
Every time I turn around
I see another **** hating
In my bag now
Sono be getting chips like Frito Lay
Gotta pull up with my mask down
These **** know my face
New Jeep, this ain't a rental
Hundred on the interstate
Every time I drop
I got the hood on smash like freeway
Dap me up like they got Parkinson's,
These **** out here shaking
**** hit my hoe
Know how shit go so ion blame him
From VA like C Breezy fuck your hoe
Ain't tryna date the bitch
Too much money coming in
Right now so we been saving shit
Shooter like D-Low I pull up
Balling on some Lakers shit
Big SoNo you know the vibes
Street **** ball like Bonafide
Come from one of mine
Pull up with shots
Like when Kobe retired
Lot been on my mind
I need a ounce or more to get me high
Facing 3.5, Supreme gas,
We blow it in the sky
Get up on that car
Them boys be pulling up
In different whips
Money make these bitches choose
It's gettin hard to pick a bitch
Hood **** wear the same fit
But I might switch the kicks
Thinking bout the guys
Ride through the way
I'm tryna spin some shit
Hot boy on the block, keep a Glock,
Big drac one up top
Walk down FnF chop,
Hit a opp from long range
Eight mile pop his top
I was trapping now
I'm rapping on beat like papa dock
Cold cases every summer
We seen hella bodies drop
Don't even cry no more
Cause we got used to **** dying
Out the window we hear shots
We got used to gun fire
I'ma cock it back and fire
Before my Aunt or Tasha cry
We was taught to stand on business
We ain't wear no suit or tie
Fresh Prince in my city
They like Sono when you dropping
I had murder on my mind
Been trying to send
Some shit to God
Hella firearms we tryna take
A **** out his socks
Tryna make some shit shake
Like shooting dice at 9 to 5
Sono pressure Cuddy throwin ****
Bowls like the rock
From a city where you die
Your killer live right up the block
All these homicides and shootouts
Out the way we seen a lot
Half the city gone know ****
Lost they life before 25
Pop a thirty for the pain
I'm smoking blacks to boost the high
Trenches left me traumatized
Swear it be hard to close my eyes
Gotta roll one just to eat
A lot of shit be on my mind
**** crossed me up like A I
Tryna catch a hat like Bobby
Tears running down my face
Every time I think about the guys
Kelblocc every June
We lighting candles in the sky
Really been through what I rap
Boy, I ain't never told no lies,
****
Written by: James Williams
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