Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Slide, artist - FBG Duck. Date of issue: 07.05.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Slide |
| Ay Ewell, I don’t want no autotune |
| Yeah you know lately |
| Fuck all that shit |
| We been on a whole 'lot of gang shit you know, never lane switch |
| That’s how I’m comin' |
| Gang gang since potty train, all that shit |
| Oh this how you comin' too? |
| Naw for real |
| This a real nigga party, you cannot get in (in) |
| Bussin' out the mid (mid), foenem off the Xans (Xans) |
| I can’t shake your hand (hand), no, I’m not your friend (friend) |
| I don’t fuck with rappers (nah), no I’m not a fan (fan), damn (damn) |
| Niggas really shoot, no accident (for real) |
| I can’t make this shit up, I cannot pretend, damn |
| And I heard you know who shot ya mans (for real?) |
| You ain’t tryna slide so don’t be actin' like you is (pussy) |
| 'Cause if you gon' slide, pussy nigga then slide then (yeah) |
| Let me see some fuckin' shots fired then (rrah, rrah, rrah) |
| Make me shoot that crib up you hidin' in |
| Don’t wanna hear them loud sounds, then be quiet then |
| You don’t wanna hear that frrtp then shhh |
| 'Fore I sneak up on you with that pew pew pew (ugh) |
| Ridin' with that wish-a-nigga-would (uh) |
| This right here’ll turn a nigga name to a hood |
| Bumped into a bitch I knew in high school |
| Look, been tried to fuck you, bitch, you past due |
| Remember you was dissin' in the classroom |
| Now you tryna top me in the bathroom |
| You wasn’t out here with the gang bitch you lyin' |
| You wasn’t duckin from the 12 totin' the iron |
| I can’t trust you bitch if you not one of mine |
| We don’t need no new niggas, yeah, bitch we fine |
| This a real nigga party, you cannot get in (in) |
| Bussin' out the mid (mid), foenem off the Xans (Xans) |
| I can’t shake your hand (hand), no, I’m not your friend (friend) |
| I don’t fuck with rappers (nah), no I’m not a fan (fan), damn |
| Niggas really shoot, no accident (for real) |
| I can’t make this shit up, I cannot pretend, damn |
| And I heard you know who shot ya mans (for real?) |
| You ain’t tryna slide so don’t be actin' like you is (pussy) |
| 'Cause if you gon' slide, pussy nigga then slide then (yeah) |
| Let me see some fuckin' shots fired then (rrah, rrah, rrah) |
| Ayy, let me tell y’all a little somethin' |
| Make me shoot that crib up you hidin' in |
| I’ma talk my shit |
| Don’t wanna hear them loud sounds, then be quiet then |
| Let me see you slide (straight up) |
| Sixth grade, on my kids, I had a deuce fire (on god) |
| Slaughter Gang, rep that dagger, don’t get crucified (on god) |
| Glock 33 with the 30 hangin' out, I swear my trigger finger itchin' |
| After the candle light, we pushin' up, shoot the funeral up |
| You think cause you went and tatted your face, that shit make you tough? |
| Saiga-12 and I fill it with slugs, thotty got hit with a bust |
| This bitch trippin' tryna face time, I’m tryna catch me a nut |
| Roll the window down, stick the choppers out |
| Fuck a diss song, nigga let’s shoot it out |
| Lace my boots up, put the coupes up |
| Grab a hotbox, time to shoot stuff |
| Savage from the 6 where they tote a lot of big shit |
| Savage pop a lot of shit, like that nigga foreign clip |
| Hit his car so many times, that Draco made a sunroof |
| Fuck a fistfight I’ma show you what these guns do (21, 21) |
| The streets raised me, I’m a bastard (straight up) |
| All these bodies wanna hire me a pastor (yeah-yeah) |
| Mossberg, hit his chest and gave that nigga astma (21) |
| Middle school to high school, I was stealin' plasmas |
| This a real nigga party, you cannot get in (in) |
| Bussin' out the mid (mid), foenem off the Xans (Xans) |
| I can’t shake your hand (hand), no, I’m not your friend (friend) |
| I don’t fuck with rappers (nah), no I’m not a fan (fan), damn |
| Niggas really shoot, no accident (for real) |
| I can’t make this shit up, I cannot pretend, damn |
| And I heard you know who shot ya mans (for real?) |
| You ain’t tryna slide so don’t be actin' like you is (pussy) |
| 'Cause if you gon' slide, pussy nigga then slide then (yeah) |
| Let me see some fuckin' shots fired then (rrah, rrah, rrah) |
| Make me shoot that crib up you hidin' in |
| Don’t wanna hear them loud sounds, then be quiet then (loud) |