Slide (feat. Yo Gotti)

Slide, slide, slide

Coughing up some bodies, I just left a smoking session

Choppas straight from China, this bitch here overprotective

Audemar Bezel a gift from Gotti, loaded present

Don't ask me what I am, bitch, I know you see this necklace

Bitches be so messy, leave a hoe on open message

I just left the hood with some killers, and that was Texas

She said I'm a dog but where my bone? Let me fetch it

I can't fuck with ****, if you solid I respect it

Don't play with me please, if you die I warn the message

DND my phone, bitch, I can't talk, this a session

She say, "Fuck you, boy," I hate you, bitch, respect my presence

Bitches they think slink, if you that ****, you gon' catch it

Big dude, bitch, I got haters I want some more though

Fucked her for a hour on them Percs, she want some more though

All these fucking Glocks and these choppas, this ain't the store though

Bitch, I'm screaming murder, fuck the law, don't bait the popo

If you fuck with Boogie, playing money you can't miss this

If we fucking if you second guess me, hoe, you dismissed

If we wrap 'em up it's a surprise, this shit Christmas

If you ain't happy for me, aye baby, keep your distance

Slide, slide, slide, slide, slide, slide, slide (Now we outta here)

(Get 'em outta here) Murda we a slide

Slide, slide, slide, slide, slide, slide, slide (Get outta here)

(Now we outta here) Murda we a slide

Slide, slide, slide, slide, slide, slide, slide (Get 'em outta here)

(Got 'em outta here) Please don't make me slide

Slide, slide, slide, slide, slide, slide, slide (He was outta here)

(He was outta here)

Fourteen cars in the driveway, my shit look like a dealer

Put thirty some mill in the city, you don't know no **** realer

Send fifty for the Glock

Geen beam and extend them

Six-hundred for the watch

Plain Jane, Richie Miller

Glad, **** ain't had with slack

No punk failure, we fine

One of you **** hard to find

Get it done, we ain't trying

Hundred million dolla gangster

Big CEO with that banger

Big street and the beamers

This shit from different angles

Love a ****, this shit big pressure

Big forty cop killers, it got big impressers

Grape nem sliding behind ten with big muzzles

My lil bitch she fuck me took my soul she broke my vessel

Hold her head back balls in her throat she a good catcher

If I saw you diss me, eat this forty soon I catch you

If she say she done with me I'm gone, bitch my pleasure

Had to cut that bitch off, she love the internet she extra