Lyrics Slidin - Clyde Carson

Slidin

Finna give my saucier some new
Turned up of that juice, like I’m sunny, bro
Topped-down on that stain, when it’s sunny, though
We’ll be talkin' 'bout it, but it ain’t 'bout the money, though
We used to fight, put on gloves and the would begin
Hit the ways and go some rounds, just to see where it hints
That’s the reason why that nigga murda turned up
I catch any bae, you wanna get on first stop?
Look, but the first got away
I gave it to PA, when I caught my first case
I felt like a boss when I bought my first place
I felt like a mack when I got my first Mercedes
Posers on the suburban, I’m standin' on the roof
Sideshowin' a East, some haters caught on foot
Bitch, go get a bag, then come home and cook
Wood over her wrap and all this is Kush
(Slidin') Sippin' mixed liquor with your bitch, homie
(Slidin') Switchin' lanes, she tryna put her lips on me
(Slidin') I got, packed-up in my, homie
(Slidin') She was opposite, you like the trip, homie
(Slidin') I’mma be that nigga, please don’t be salty
(Slidin') Got you lookin' crazy when you speak on me
(Slidin') Be smarter nigga, tryna reach on me
(Slidin') Dog ass nigga, ain’t no leech on me
She’s a chooser, I’m a user
That ain’t my boo thang, no that shit’s my booster
Red-white dice fallin' on the pool table
It’s been Hennessy for breakfast and a Dosa
(Slidin') All of you of niggas for the, yeah
(Slidin') Double-back bitch nigga got a semi
(Slidin') Step-in in some steppers, it’s designer
(Slidin') Got a brand new bitch, and she the finest
Ran about the house but what was I lookin' for, then I found it
my pinkie is, weakest nigga be the loudest
Play to much, yo nigga childish, bunch of mind games
Got a pie up on the counter, bunch of high grapes
Deal with Ferguson, a room and my uncles
Drivin' for a week, hit the road when we talkin'
How much do we own?
Show-money, just for walkin'
Highway, cross another state, we ain’t yet
(Slidin') Sippin' mixed liquor with your bitch, homie
(Slidin') Switchin' lanes, she tryna put her lips on me
(Slidin') I got, packed-up in my, homie
(Slidin') She was opposite, you like the trip, homie
(Slidin') I’mma be that nigga, please don’t be salty
(Slidin') Got you lookin' crazy when you speak on me
(Slidin') Be smarter nigga, tryna reach on me
(Slidin') Dog ass nigga, ain’t no leech on me