Slide lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, Ewell, I don't want no autotune (Ayy, you know lately)
f*ck all that sh*t, this how they want me to come (Sauce)
(We've been on a whole lotta gang sh*t, you know, never lane switch)
So this how I'm coming, yeah, aah (Gang-gang since potty train, all that sh*t, n*gga)
Oh, this how you coming, too? (Nah, for real)
(Lil-Lil-Lil-Lil Riico Got The Sauce)
Gang-gang, turn up

[Pre-Chorus]
This a real n*gga party, you cannot get in (Ooh)
Bussin' off the mid (Ooh), foe 'nem off the Xans (b*tch)
I can't shake yo' hand (Huh), no, I'm not yo' friend (Huh)
I don't f*ck with rappers (Unh-uh), no, I'm not a fan, damn (Huh)
n*ggas really shootin' on accident (Ooh)
I can't make this sh*t up (I can't), I cannot pretend (Nah), damn (For real)
And I heard you know who shot yo' mans (pus*y, hahahaha)
You ain't tryna slide, so don't be actin' like you is (pus*y, aah)

[Chorus]
'Cause if you gon' slide, pus*y n*gga, then slide then (Slide, slide)
Let me see some f*ckin' shots fired then (Grrah, daah, daah)
Make me shoot that crib up you hidin' in (Bah, bah, bah)
Don't wanna hear them loud sounds, then be quiet then (Aah, b*tch)

[Verse 1]
You don't wanna hear that frrt, then shh (Frrt, 'rrah)
'Fore I sneak up on you wit' that pew-pew-pew, uh (Ooh)
Ridin' with that wish-a-n*gga-would (Huh, skrrt)
This right here'll turn a n*gga name into a hood, huh
Bumped into a b*tch I knew in high school (b*tch)
Look, been tried to f*ck you, b*tch, you past due (b*tch)
You remember you was dissin' in the classroom, huh, huh (b*tch)
Now you tryna top me in the bathroom, huh
You wasn't out here with the gang, b*tch, ya lied (Aah)
You wasn't duckin' from the 12, totin' the iron (Aah, b*tch)
I can't trust you, b*tch, if you not one of mines (Nah, nah, nah)
We don't need no new n*ggas, yeah, b*tch we fine, hah (Money)
[Pre-Chorus]
This a real n*gga party, you cannot get in
Bussin' off the mid, foe 'nem off the Xans
I can't shake yo' hand, no, I'm not yo' friend
I don't f*ck with rappers, no, I'm not a fan, damn
n*ggas really shootin' on accident (For real)
I can't make this sh*t up (Nah), I cannot pretend (Damn), damn (Damn)
And I heard you know who shot yo' mans (For real?)
You ain't tryna slide, so don't be actin' like you is (pus*y)

[Chorus]
'Cause if you gon' slide, pus*y n*gga, then slide then (Slide)
Let me see some f*ckin' shots fired then (Grrah, daah, daah)
(Ayy, ayy, let me tell y'all a lil' somethin' 'bout me)
Make me shoot that crib up you hidin' in (Bah, bah, bah)
(I'ma talk my sh*t real quick)
Don't wanna hear them loud sounds, then be quiet then (Aah)

[Verse 2]
They be like, "Duck, why you don't got a major feature?"
'Cause I don't like rappers and I don't wanna greet 'em
f*ck around rob 'em first time I meet 'em
Same place you catch 'em, same place you leave 'em (Huh)
pus*y-ass n*ggas not allowed in the zoo (Aah)
f*ck wrong with you? Who you talkin' to? Huh
pus*y-ass n*ggas actin' like their bulletproof (For real?)
'Til you get your f*ckin' top dropped like it's a coupe
Never left the gang (Nah), b*tch, I never will (No)
He get in the jam (Oh), f*ck around, squeal (Woah)
Talmbout, "I am" (No), now he think he Will (Woah)
b*tch, that type of sh*t'll get yo' stupid-ass killed, b*tch
[Pre-Chorus]
This a real n*gga party, you cannot get in
Bussin' off the mid, foe 'nem off the Xans
I can't shake yo' hand, no, I'm not yo' friend
I don't f*ck with rappers, no, I'm not a fan, damn
n*ggas really shootin' on accident (For real)
I can't make this sh*t up (Nah), I cannot pretend, damn
And I heard you know who shot yo' mans (For real?)
You ain't tryna slide, so don't be actin' like you is (pus*y)

[Chorus]
'Cause if you gon' slide, pus*y n*gga, then slide then (Slide, slide)
Let me see some f*ckin' shots fired then (Grrah, daah, daah)
Make me shoot that crib up you hidin' in (Bah, bah, bah)
Don't wanna hear them loud sounds, then be quiet then (Aah, b*tch)