Slide - CEO Trayle & BloodHound Q50: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

CEO Trayle & BloodHound Q50

Slide

675

Hip-Hop/Rap

Slide was released on July 31, 2025 by CEO Trayle Music, LLC / The Freeminded Records / EMPIRE as a part of the album Slide - Single

Song Details

AlbumSlide - Single

Release DateJuly 31, 2025

LabelCEO Trayle Music, LLC / The Freeminded Records / EMPIRE

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM76

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

CEO Trayle

Performer

BloodHound Q50

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Justin Bell

Songwriter

Mikquale Cooper

Mikquale Cooper

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Flex otb

Producer

Spiff Sinatra

Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, real deal clapper, mm (Flexin' on that bitch, hold up)

I'm a real clapper, I just do— (Me and Spiff keep one on the hip, yeah)

I'm a real clapper

Yeah

Yeah, ****, I'm a real-deal clapper, I just do this rap shit on the side (Ayy, ayy)

Uh, the real Backdoor, point at his car when we see it and pull on the side (Ayy, yeah)

Feel like unc', finna take Back4 to the playground, ****, I'm ready to slide

Yeah, the **** had called her phone, I was in the background, hittin' the bitch from the side

Yeah, had to get a kit from the store, pour a four, bro added one, turned to a five

Yeah, it really turned me into a monster, **** shot me seven times but he died

Uh, shook up the dice, threw a seven, but I'm still on the block clutchin' a 9

I don't really want no pussy, lil' bitch, I want the head, the brain, your mind

Yeah, had to go rose gold AP, bitch don't tick but it still tell time

Yeah, I left the bitch where she was, said she don't suck dick, bitch lost her mind

Yeah, my brother called me, said the hoes at the car, so I had to go and spin back 'round

Yeah, yeah, I already fucked that bitch, I'm just lettin' you know, I'm just puttin' you down

Uh, 'preciate you, bitch, for suckin' the dick back when Backdoor didn't have a dime

Yeah, yeah, fuck all you **** that be on my dick, I'ma kill you, just wait on the time

Yeah, the bitch had came, then she brought a friend with her, she left, so she had the time

Yeah, you **** was supposed to be helpin' Backdoor, but you ain't and now you out of time

Uh, yeah, uh, Louis V step on a bitch, uh, Balenci', step on a bitch, a couple bullets, we step on the kicks

Backdoor came from straight out the trench, yeah, I want the green like the Grinch

Uh, fuck what you said and fuck what you meant, you still see the J 'hind the tint

Uh, white bitch said she wanna go campin', I hit the bitch in the tent

Uh, black bitch up all night, she vampin', waitin' on me to come in

Uh, bitch, you more like a six or a seven, why the fuck you say a ten?

Uh, my plug, he got the Percocet 30s, but I only wanted the 10s

Ayy, I bought a watch again, uh, I bought a chain again

Uh, bitch, you think that I'm payin' for pussy, we better off bein' friends

Uh, bitch, arch your back when I'm in, took an L, but took that on the chin

You know trailin' the back of the Benz, on track, got it scared on my kinfolk

Yeah, ****, I'm a real-deal clapper, I just do this rap shit on the side

Uh, the real Backdoor, point at his car when we see it and pull on the side (Ayy, yeah)

Feel like unc', finna take Back4 to the playground, ****, I'm ready to slide

Yeah, the **** had called her phone, I was in the background, hittin' the bitch from the side

Yeah, had to get a kit from the store, pour a four, bro added one, turned to a five

Yeah, it really turned me into a monster, **** shot me seven times but he died

Uh, shook up the dice, threw a seven, but I'm still on the block clutchin' a 9

I don't really want no pussy, lil' bitch, I want the head, the brain, your mind

I don't really shoot at legs, lil' ****, I want your head, your brain, your spine

Just 'cause we fucked, don't mean she mine

41 both wrist, I can't tell time

With a Glock 23, I'm Mike in his prime

Before we fuck, bitch, sniff this line

I took Champ chain 'cause I like how it shine

I'm twenty years old, got **** tryna sign

I'm still doin' crimes, ****, fuck these rhymes

I killed so much, give a fuck 'bout dyin'

C4, who you want? ****, you ain't gotta slide (Yeah, I'ma jump out the car with Q50, he dyin')

Cops say that they hate me, I had they ass cryin'

I'm up eight hats, start pendin' at nine

That 10 hit his head and blew out his mind and go

My bitch-ass opps always doin' that bappin' like I ain't come on every block and start clappin'

Make **** disappear, I know how to do magic

Got a body on every block, I ain't just rappin' (On folks grave)

Yeah, ****, I'm a real-deal clapper, I just do this rap shit on the side (Ayy, ayy)

Uh, the real Backdoor, point at his car when we see it and pull on the side (Ayy, yeah)

Feel like unc', finna take Back4 to the playground, ****, I'm ready to slide

Yeah, the **** had called her phone, I was in the background, hittin' the bitch from the side

Yeah, had to get a kit from the store, pour a four, bro added one, turned to a five

Yeah, it really turned me into a monster, **** shot me seven times but he died

Uh, shook up the dice, threw a seven, but I'm still on the block clutchin' the 9

I don't really want no pussy, lil' bitch, I want the head, the brain, your mind

Written by: Justin Bell, Mikquale Cooper

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