Can’t Stop Sliding lyrics

[Intro: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
(You cut up on this one, JAY C)
Uh
(MIA JAY C)
Come on, GlockBoyz, n*gga (Ooh, it's BlueStrip, baby)
We still in the streets, n*gga
Ayy

[Verse 1: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
n*ggas be actin' like they tryna die
Man, GlockBoy, but I'll have the chopper singin' like Ty Dolla $ign
Ayy, my n*gga Boom ain't got a watch, but he be freezin' time
In the city or out of town, if you see me, I got a lot of rounds

[Verse 2: OnFully]
K turned it up a notch, you know damn well I ain't finna box
Stop a n*gga time like a nine to five, punchin' clocks
This b*tch be shootin' videos like TikTok
Pour a whole pint just for free when an opp die

[Verse 3: The Godfather & The Big Homie]
Quick to send a n*gga up, he goin' bye-bye (Yop)
Fully be gone in five seconds, need a stopwatch
So many flavors on the table, but I wanna smoke that Dada
n*gga, I can't stop slidin', hmm, 'til all them n*ggas diе, die
Yeah, I tell 8 to grab thе chopper, finna send 'em to the clouds high
This n*gga Boom trippin', act like Dave Chappelle, I told him, "How high?"
Tryna put him next to God, or right next to his partner
That n*gga not the tweaker, every time we slide, that n*gga drivin'
[Verse 4: BandGang Masoe & Beno]
Or hidin'
n*ggas checkin' out, they ain't survivin'
Heard you givin' check out to b*tches, Joe Biden
Love sendin' hits, can't quit it, it's excitin'
And I still'll kill your ass in public like I'm licensed, money (Ayy)

[Verse 5: Beno]
b*tch, I told her, "Stop playin', stuff these pills in your privates"
He shot that sh*t up in his arm, just sit back, don't fight it
I gotta hit it with a two 'cause that dog be bitin'
He said can I teach him how to cook it? Yeah, just one more time
I slapped the switchy on this blicky, lil' boy, yeah, you better hide
It's like fifty in my di*kies, you know that I'm on my grind

[Verse 6: The Big Homie]
All I gotta do is say yop and up a yop, hmm, yop, then they all dead
Think my clip old as hell 'cause they full of bald-heads
If I'm in the field puttin' in work, the n*gga gotta be dead
I done had to f*ck her on the couch, the broke b*tch ain't have a bed
Number 8, but subtract two, I hit his ass with six
How you walkin' outside, not payin' attention? You know how this sh*t get

[Verse 7: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
They know Lonnie bring the bag like it's Christmas, huh
I'm with some millionaires, they was henchmans
Yeah, we put butter on them biscuits
Make sure them b*tches shoot proper, huh, ooh-woppers, huh
We been knockin' n*ggas out they boots, Shoe Doctor
Huh, gold, copper, sold more white ones than your Foot Locker
Ho shoppin', lookin' for a b*tch to sell that oochie walla