Tryna Slide

Young **** styling bitch I do whatever

Pimping these hoes out I feel like Hugh Hefner

Anything you wanna do, I do better

Talking the money, the guala, the cheddar

This ain't no water gun, I'll get you wet up

This ain't no water gun, I'll get you wet up

And I keep that heat it get cold in the winter

I'm talking January to December

I move like a King never move like I'm Simba

Smoking these opp packs, they falling like timber

Tryna slide? Roll

No I ain't dolo I roll with the bros

Aim at your mata bust like piñata

All on my body

Dancing bachata

Talk to me spicy, mouth on sriracha

I'm counting chips, so I dip in her salsa

Shorty on the pole and on the Rod like Wave

(She on the rod like, on the rod like)

If she give me the Greenlight I could not violate

(If she give me the Greenlight, give me the Greenlight)

And in the meantime I gotta provide

I gotta be the one that will keep the drama aside

And I don't know how I made it when my people died

Still praying that I will survive

I'm tryna feel alive

Yea

I still wonder who gon slide for me

I still wonder who gon slide for me

I still wonder who gon slide for me

Who gon die for me? Who gon ride for me?

Still wonder who gon ride with me?

Still wonder who gon slide with me?

Still wonder who gon die with me?

Who gon ride with me? Who gon slide with me?

Still wonder who gon ride with me?

Still wonder who gon slide with me?

Still wonder who gon die with me?

Who gon ride with me? Who gon slide with me?