Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Slidin , by - Trae Tha Truth. Release date: 27.02.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Slidin |
| Coronado on the beat, we got another one |
| Slidin' |
| Coronado on the beat |
| If it’s up, nigga, drop your location |
| I don’t dance on the ho, bitch, I’m racing |
| Lil' bitch go to work, no vacation |
| On the gang, baby, no hesitation |
| Threw away my last bitch, she was bitter |
| She ain’t here to play the game, nigga, get her |
| Hood watching over King like a sitter |
| Keep thirty in the clip, I’m a hitter |
| For my dawg, put it all on the line |
| Nigga say I ain’t the realest, he was lying |
| Can’t see broke niggas, I was blind |
| Get some business, get the fuck up out of mine |
| Go to work, B2K, get you served out |
| Dealership, pink slip when I swerve out |
| Asshole to the death, get the word out |
| You ain’t piss a nigga off, then what you worried 'bout? |
| I’ll never question mine, bitch, I’m slidin' |
| All black on my whip, bitch, I’m hidin' |
| I don’t wanna leave the crib 'less I’m slidin' |
| I ain’t fuckin' with no chick 'less she ridin' |
| I’m slidin', slidin' |
| I’m slidin', slidin' |
| I’m slidin', slidin' |
| I’m slidin', slidin' |
| Black six with chicks who sip thick |
| Jump out in the mix with shit you can’t get |
| Play me for a lick, get hit with more sticks |
| Tool man Truth, ain’t nothing I can’t fix |
| Anybody here jump fly, we take flight |
| Bet they ass get punched down, they get right |
| Bitch, I’m from the hood with keys yet can’t type |
| Threw a hundred K on the chain for somethin' light |
| Do it for my bro in the cell, he read kites |
| Homie we don’t play 'round 12, they read rights |
| Sucker niggas ain’t on my level, they need hype |
| Bumping on the 'net, but in person they real nice |
| Never hit the square but I swear it was all smoke |
| Clown ass nigga, I swear he be all jokes |
| King of the city, I tell 'em it’s all votes |
| Name anyone of me, definition was all G.O.A.T's |
| I’ll never question mine, bitch, I’m slidin' |
| All black on my whip, bitch, I’m hidin' |
| I don’t wanna leave the crib 'less I’m slidin' |
| I ain’t fuckin' with no chick 'less she ridin' |
| I’m slidin', slidin' |
| I’m slidin', slidin' |
| I’m slidin', slidin' |
| I’m slidin', slidin' |
| Slidin' |
| Slidin' |
| Slidin' |
| Slidin' |
| I don’t wanna leave the crib 'less I’m slidin' |