Slide Remix lyrics

[Intro]
Lil Rico got that sauce

[Chorus: Bando]
Issa bad b*tch party, you cannot get in
I can take ya man, pass 'em to my friends
I can't shake ya hand, no I'm not your friend
I don't f*ck with b*tches, I just want some bandz b*tch!

b*tches only turn up with they friends, I can't make this sh*t up, I cannot pretend, b*tch!
And I heard you flexing with his bandz, I know they not yours so don't be acting like they is
So if you got them racks, pus*y n*gga give me half then
Lemme see them f*cking pounds you bringing in
Every time you come around you yelling "Gas in"
But you ain't really getting money your grams go for ten, b*tch

[Goldie]

You don't want to hear that BANG BANG BANG b*tch!
For I sneak up on you with that (BLADADADADA BOOOOW!)

Riding with two b*tches smoking Dodie
If a pus*y b*tch want to beef talk to Goldie, b*tch!

[Jae Jae]
Bumping into a n*gga I met before the glo'
Always flexing with some bands but he ain't got no dough
n*ggas really broke, all that lil sh*t for show
Told that n*gga I don't want his ass, b*tches slow

[Bando]

You said you plugged in with them pounds I know you lying
Ain't putting no money in my hands, don't waste my time
You can't distract me lil b*tch I'm on my grind
We don't need no broke n*ggas yeah b*tch we fine, b*tch!

[Chorus]
Issa bad b*tch party, you cannot get in
I can take ya man, pass 'em to my friends
I can't shake ya hand, no I'm not your friend
I don't f*ck with b*tches, I just want some bandz b*tch!

b*tches only turn up with they friends, I can't make this sh*t up, I cannot pretend, b*tch!
And I heard you flexing with his bandz, I know they not yours so don't be acting like they is
So if you got them racks, pus*y n*gga give me half then
Lemme see them f*cking pounds you bringing in
Every time you come around you yelling "Gas in"
But you ain't really getting money your grams go for ten, b*tch

[Bando]
They be like why (??) your only feature
Cause we don't like b*tches, they all some clit eaters
Dissing us for clout, call that b*tch feeder
All you had to do was ask for a f*cking feature, b*tch!

[Goldie]

Broke ass b*tches not allowed in the coop, f*ck wrong with you? Get that cash or get the boot
Finessing all these n*ggas, they be handing me them blues
Run them bands up that's a boss b*tch do, b*tch!

[Jae Jae]

b*tch I'M FINNA BANG!
b*tches really lame
Next time you diss b*tch you better say our name
Sending everything, b*tch ain' got no lane
b*tches copy everything I got to my name, b*tch!

[Chorus]
Issa bad b*tch party, you cannot get in
I can take ya man, pass 'em to my friends
I can't shake ya hand, no I'm not your friend
I don't f*ck with b*tches, I just want some bandz b*tch!

b*tches only turn up with they friends, I can't make this sh*t up, I cannot pretend, b*tch!
And I heard you flexing with his bandz, I know they not yours so don't be acting like they is
So if you got them racks, pus*y n*gga give me half then
Lemme see them f*cking pounds you bringing in
Every time you come around you yelling "Gas in"
But you ain't really getting money your grams go for ten, b*tch