Slide Freestyles lyrics

[Part I]

[Verse]
I be bool I be doing my thing I'm on live rich as hell, uh
Chillin' with the gang, uh
AP my wrist I'ma let that b*tch sing, uh

[Part II]

[Intro]
I'ma groove cause I'm smooth, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'ma do what I do yeah, gun sing like Erykah Badu, yeah, yeah, yeah
Throw his body in the bayou, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse]
It's going down like X, R.I.P. to X
Respond to her with a text, you know I love to flex, yeah
She gon' give me the neck, please don't disrespect, yeah
Slap you in yo' neck call that neck respect, yeah
Choppa hit yo' nеck call that neck respect, yеah
Choppa kinda horny, extended clip got an erection
n*ggas talking stupid, pull up to they section
Best friend is a Smith & Wesson
Bad b*tch say she came from the Wesson
Took her to the western and broke her back in
Took her to the W and took a W
That lil' b*tch she know that why she f*cking under you
I was f*ckin' on her now she sittin' under you
Sleepin' next to you, on your chest comfortable
Little did you know she eatin' me up just like a lunchable
Cinnamon toast suck my di*k ooh crunchable
Huh, huh, huh, haha
[Chorus]
I'ma fool wit' it, I'm cool wit' it
They was doubtin' me when I was up in school wit' it
Now they on my line Cause they see that I'm a meal ticket
I ain't gon' respond to yo text b*tch you better deal wit' it
Life is hard to swallow, you should take a pill wit' it
Fresh prince, I'm feelin' like Will wit' it
That's for real n*gga mm that's for real

[Outro]
For real real real real mm-mhm-mm-mm, mhm

[Part III]

[Verse]
I may crash into you
I do the dash for a few, shout out to dash in the stu'
That n*gga sleep in the stu' look like a creep in the stu'

[Part IV]

[Intro]
Mm-mm-mm, dummy
I am not a dummy
What hold on man, I got him what, watch this
[Verse]
Man this sh*t way too easy
Thee n*gga makin' it hard
I pull his b*tch pull that chopper then pull they card
Leave 'em in the yard uh
Put that on my squad uh
f*ck that sh*t I put it above, I put that sh*t on god uh
Send you up to god, uh
Send you to Allah, uh
That sh*t on my life, while my di*k is on your wife, uh
Then I switch up I got bored, started to f*ck yo momma
They say money change thangs call me Mister Obama
Ayy, millions in my safe you ain't even know it
So I put a AP on my wrist so I could show it, uh
10K up in Barney's I done blowed it
Look at this watch boy this sh*t is too heroic

[Bridge]
I ain't no hero though, Rollie subzero ho
This subzero flow
Feel like Robert De Niro, rob you for yo dinero
You will get jacked like sparrow, you will get jacked like sparrow

[Chorus]
Big guns on me no halo big guns sh*t like commando
I'm in the trap in a bando
Water whippin' with Fernando, uh
Canada I'm eating nando's, uh
[Part IV]

[Verse]
Only hang around with n*ggas who don't think
Only hang around with b*tches who don't-

[Part V]

[Verse]
Ooh live the sober life, and I'm feeling right
Live the sober life, and I'm feeling right
Live the sober life, and I'm feeling right
I still f*ck her like I'm off that codeine over ice
I still f*ck her like that Actavis it's overpriced
[?]
Wait I'm on live talkin' my sh*t but I could back it up
We've been doin' drive-by's in that four door Acura

[Part VI]

[Intro]
Ride 'round with that, bow, bow, bow, bow
Ride 'round with that, bow, bow, bow, bow

[Verse]
They be postin' guns on they instagrams
I'd never post a gun on my Instagram
No I'm not the one on my Instagram
All these n*ggas is my sons f*ck a Instagram
If I go broke then its back to selling pounds of instant grams
Put a worker up out that hm that's a insta gram
Never gave a damn, damn
Maxlord let me hop on this beat man
Let me hop on this beat man
Flex on a b*tch like he-man
Diamonds on my wrist I'm sea sick
Kill a n*gga for no reason
Its is ooh ooh it is money season

[Part VI]

[Chorus]
b*tch I uh-uh-uh, b*tch I uh-uh-uh
Choppa got an extra arm
Smokin' under arm
n*ggas talkin' dumb to me I pull up wit' my, uh, ayy
Choppa got an extra arm
Smokin' under arm

[Verse]
I put a A.P. on my other arm, that's my lucky charm
b*tch I'm dangerous and armed, yeah I'm armed dangerous
You pull up then my chopper on me, I'm goin' hard
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm goin' hard

[Part VII]

[Verse]
b*tch I'm in Japan, b*tch I'm in Japan
Fell asleep on that flight, I thought I needed to take a Xan but G-Money brought the Wockhardt so we pulled up and poured that sh*t instead
I took that sh*t to the head
Middle fingers up it's f*ck the feds
Two-tone on my wrist I've been getting bread