Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Slide , by - SOB X RBE. Song from the album SOB X RBE, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 22.01.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: SOB X RBE
Song language: English
Slide |
| Every nigga that I ride wit' |
| Be the same niggas that I’d die wit' |
| Same niggas that you ridin' wit' |
| Them gon' be the same niggas that you die wit' |
| All my niggas I’ma ride for |
| Dump a hundred out that clip, I’ma slide for |
| When you got money you can count it wit' your eyes closed |
| That’s why I gotta keep it everywhere that I go |
| You ain’t ready for this hot shit, big Glocks and chopsticks |
| Ain’t rockin' wit' no stock clip, slide and I drop shit |
| Keep one in the head nigga, I ain’t gotta cock shit |
| No sympathy for suckers, leave a nigga’s son pop-less |
| Bad lil' bitch give me head ‘til she’s topless |
| Cuffin' all these thots, boy you niggas on some cop shit |
| Skinnys and some Vans, yeah bitch I’m on my rock shit |
| Diamonds dancin' like the pockets on the back of these Robin’s |
| Wanna funk? |
| It cost cheese and y’all broke so don’t try it |
| At yard wit' a scope, got me lookin' like a pirate |
| I’m sick wit' the chop, bullets spreadin' like a virus |
| And my niggas know the rules, if you ain’t strapped, you ain’t ridin' |
| A-All my niggas I’ma ride for |
| Dump a hundred out that clip, I’ma slide for |
| When you got money, you can count it wit' your eyes closed |
| That’s why I gotta keep it everywhere that I go |
| Catch me slidin' in that coupe thang, red bottoms loose lace |
| Slimmy fuckin' B, I’m the nigga that your dude hate |
| Funk time, I’m masked up |
| All black like Bruce Wayne |
| These hoes say I’m different, got me feelin' like 2 Chainz |
| Pussy ass nigga thought he had nine lives |
| ‘Til this chopper hit his ass, made him flip nine times |
| Could fuck your bitch off my name, why the fuck would I try? |
| And I’m a 90's baby, yeah bitch nine dimes |
| Niggas know SOB RBE that’s the gang bitch |
| Thinkin' shit a game, we the wrong niggas to play wit' |
| Fuckin' wit' them suckas, them the wrong niggas to hang wit' |
| You fuck wit' ‘em, you duck wit' ‘em |
| Get popped, bet not blame shit |
| Money talk, I hear everything like I’m Dumbo |
| These big bullets, .223's make a nigga tumble |
| All these lames pillow talkin', quick to speak when they cuddle |
| Niggas know I keep a stick, this bitch hold a royal rumble |
| I ain’t even gotta ask, all my niggas they gon' slide wit' me |
| Swear to God it feel like all these niggas got they eyes on me |
| I’ll be a lame if I let a sucka slide on me |
| Me and D Buttah Yeezy steppin' in these 950's |
| A-all this ice in the buffs got my face numbin' |
| Thick bitch can’t take dick, her ass stay runnin' |
| Slide through, be on the block, every day thuggin' |
| Big Glock on me, dare you niggas try to take somethin' |
| Bitch! |
| Every nigga that I ride wit' |
| Be the same niggas that I’d die wit' |
| Same niggas that you ridin' wit' |
| Them gon' be the same niggas that you die wit' |
| All my niggas I’ma ride for |
| Dump a hundred out that clip, I’ma slide for |
| When you got money you can count it wit' your eyes closed |
| That’s why I gotta keep it everywhere that I go |