Lyrics Slide Music 2 - Xanman, Lil Yachty

Slide Music 2

Ain’t no shooter 'cause you takin' drugs to do it with\nI ain’t flexin' with no stick, I’m pullin' moves with\nSlide music, slide the doors on the Honda Accord\nYou a big trapper, what you livin' with your father for?\nNigga livin' with his father, huh\nKick door like I’m 'bout to slide at you, huh\nYou ain’t no action, you ain’t with it, nigga, we spin on the block,\nfidget spinner\nWe gon' wait 'til one of his niggas wit' him, got a lot of 556s in 'em (Pew,\npew)\nWe gon' get them niggas (I ain’t know), catch them at the table,\nChristmas dinner\nAll these niggas do is lie, why you cappin' over instrumentals?\nThat nigga dead, I guess it’s sentimental\nThese niggas actin' just like Ryan Reynolds\nI’m searchin' for him, had to find a pistol\nThat nigga ain’t killin', he ain’t slidin' wit' you\nWanna know what you got that stick for\nOff a bar, nigga, what you sick for?\nJack move but we called it a kick door\nDon’t talk, what you movin' your lips for?\nBig chop gonna aim at his mid core\nHop out the UU with the fifth on me\nWalk in the hood, nigga, I’m a big homie\nXan, why you movin' like that? I got the stick on me\nCalled her a dog, she wanna lick on me\nI’m posted up with Ahk, Sir TrapAlot\nNigga, I know your man hot 'cause he ask a lot\nWhen the addy wearin' off, I might spaz a lot\nYou know that nigga not shootin', he just rap a lot, yeah\nAin’t no shooter 'cause you takin' drugs to do it with\nI ain’t flexin' with no stick, I’m pullin' moves with\nSlide music, slide the doors on the Honda Accord\nYou a big trapper, what you livin' with your father for?\nYou ain’t no action, you ain’t with it, nigga, we spin on the block,\nfidget spinner\nWe gon' wait 'til one of his niggas wit' him, got a lot of 556s in 'em (Pew,\npew)\nWe gon get them niggas (I ain’t know), catch them at the table, Christmas dinner\nAll these niggas do is lie, why you cappin' over instrumentals?\nLook (Boat)\nTalkin' down, we gon' crash like two band cymbals (Beep)\nGot them boys outside his house late night like Jimmy Kimmel (Beep)\nSlide music, slide the doors on a nigga Ford\nYou a big gangster, why you pull up with your brother for?\nHa, oh, he pulled up with his brother, huh?\nLike his brother finna stop the shells from rangin'\nBaby Draco get to singin'\nI’ma sound like Soulja when I get to tellin' her I hop out\nAutomatics get to clappin', slap the clip in\nOne look at your bitch and she want the dickin'\nAPs, but this shit ain’t tickin'\nAll of the clubs, I brought the stick in\nFuckin' on doctors, fuckin' on vixens\nRemember my watch used to be a Nixon\nBack when my brother was bringin' them bricks in\nTop tier, niggas hittin' them licks in\nBust in the mall, swipin' them chips\nNowadays, pullin' up in the dragon\nMagic carpet, nigga feel like Aladdin\nWhip, inside seats was satin\nFeel good on my ass, I’m saggin'\nCallin' them plays, feel like I’m Madden\nYeah, yeah, yeah\nAin’t no shooter 'cause you takin' drugs to do it with\nI ain’t flexin' with no stick, I’m pullin' moves with\nSlide music, slide the doors on the Honda Accord\nYou a big trapper, what you livin' with your father for?\nYou ain’t no action, you ain’t with it, nigga, we spin on the block,\nfidget spinner\nWe gon' wait 'til one of his niggas wit' him, got a lot of 556s in 'em (Pew,\npew)\nWe gon get them niggas (I ain’t know), catch them at the table, Christmas dinner\nAll these niggas do is lie, why you cappin' over instrumentals?