Slidin lyrics
by Traffic
[Pre-Chorus: ScHoolboy Q]
No, you don't be slidin'
My n*gga, you lyin'
You know you ain't ridin', hah (Hah)
No, you don't be slidin'
My n*gga, you lyin'
You know you be hidin', hah, b*tch
[Chorus: Traffic]
When it's on then it's on, man that sh*t got real
I was on my last song, man that sh*t got real
Life feeling hella lonely, man that sh*t got real
Keep a hoe in my phone, man that sh*t got real
Mama kicked me out the house, man that sh*t got real
Now I’m living at my granny house, that sh*t got real
Gotta keep a .9 piece, man that sh*t got real
You can die in my street, man that sh*t got real
[Verse 1: Traffic]
I do this for the riders
I do this for my pops, dead and gone, and my locs, on my mama
And my mama, and my kids
On Fig', I be doing my sh*t
If I ain't selling dope then I'm selling your b*tch
My ambitions as a rider on my 2Pac sh*t
All blue everything so you know I'm a Crip
All blue everything, you can tell I'm a Crip
Keep the .9 on my hip just in case a n*gga trip
Man that sh*t get real, I suggest you keep it still
Keep it real with your peeps
If not, you gon' die in the streets
My house the gang house if there's beef
We about fifty deep, I'm D. Wade with the heat
No wonder you ain't coming outside
Every single hollow gon' fly
[Pre-Chorus: ScHoolboy Q]
No, you don't be slidin'
My n*gga, you lyin'
You know you ain't ridin', hah (Hah)
No, you don't be slidin'
My n*gga, you lyin'
You know you be hidin', hah, b*tch
[Chorus: Traffic]
When it's on then it's on, man that sh*t got real
I was on my last song, man that sh*t got real
Life feeling hella lonely, man that sh*t got real
Keep a hoe in my phone, man that sh*t got real
Mama kicked me out the house, man that sh*t got real
Now I’m living at my granny house, that sh*t got real
Gotta keep a .9 piece, man that sh*t got real
You can die in my street, man that sh*t got real
[Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q]
On the gang, you ain't ever seen a loc this real
We don't flash guns, we poppin' when sh*t get real
n*ggas shootin' at my granny house 'cause sh*t got real
It's all good, I heard yesterday them boys got killed
When I was six, never thought my life would be like this
I miss backflips and chili on my Frito chips
Got a dollar in my pocket with the same old dreams
Of getting rich, I'll grab the 9, loc, and do my thing
n*ggas talking that talk but never caught that fade
Be a felon, might get life if I don’t beat this case
Keep a mask and two gloves when I'm around your wave
I just might be in your hood if you don’t buy my tape
n*ggas stay in my pockets like they built this sh*t
Don’t even know my last name, tryna lead my ship
Tryna play me like a chump, I bet your ass get popped
Ghetto bird stay on the block 'cause this sh*t stay hot, what?
[Pre-Chorus: ScHoolboy Q]
No, you don't be slidin'
My n*gga, you lyin'
You know you ain't ridin', hah (Hah)
No, you don't be slidin'
My n*gga, you lyin'
You know you be hidin', hah, b*tch
[Chorus: Traffic]
When it's on then it's on, man that sh*t got real
I was on my last song, man that sh*t got real
Life feeling hella lonely, man that sh*t got real
Keep a hoe in my phone, man that sh*t got real
Mama kicked me out the house, man that sh*t got real
Now I’m living at my granny house, that sh*t got real
Gotta keep a .9 piece, man that sh*t got real
You can die in my street, man that sh*t got real
[Verse 3: T.F]
I be posted on the killer, when sh*t get real
Ask about me on a mission, b*tch, I bounce out wheels
I was stalking in the fields when sh*t got real
That’s when a n*gga went down, couldn't post no bail
Nothing realer than that, yeah that sh*t got real
So you can't talk how I talk, you can't live where I live
It is what it is, yeah this sh*t get real
Keep it a hundred or nothing, that's a hell of a deal
Uh, I'ma ride 'til the wheels fall off
These n*ggas only ridin' 'til the peels run out
Watch how many hollows when them shells come out
But when that steel come out, that's when the real come out
All the tough guys dip when the b*tch come out
'Cause when this sh*t gets real, that's when them sticks come out
Everything skanless like a lick in the drought
Yeah this n*gga my plug, but this what I'm about
It's real
[Pre-Chorus: ScHoolboy Q]
No, you don't be slidin'
My n*gga, you lyin'
You know you ain't ridin', hah (Hah)
No, you don't be slidin'
My n*gga, you lyin'
You know you be hidin', hah, b*tch
[Chorus: Traffic]
When it's on then it's on, man that sh*t got real
I was on my last song, man that sh*t got real
Life feeling hella lonely, man that sh*t got real
Keep a hoe in my phone, man that sh*t got real
Mama kicked me out the house, man that sh*t got real
Now I’m living at my granny house, that sh*t got real
Gotta keep a .9 piece, man that sh*t got real
You can die in my street, man that sh*t got real