Slide (Explicit)

Song: Slide (Explicit)

Artist: midwxst, Slump6s, ericdoa

Lyrics: Zetra, Mochila, Fortune Swan, Rio Leyva, ​vvspipes, ​ericdoa, Slump6s & ​midwxst

Composed: Rio Leyva, Fortune Swan, ​vvspipes, Mochila & Zetra

Yeah, yeah, oh

Oh, oh

Yeah, yeah, oh

Oh (Buck, buck, buck)

Yeah, uh, I feel like I'm in the NBA, I'm finna lob it to Slump

Yeah, and if you got problems with Eric, you know we unloadin' that gun

Yeah, I get on the mic and I punch in, baby, I do this for fun

You know, I feel like I'm a taser, leavin' my opps really stunned

Yeah, shades on my face, I don't fuck with the sun

How you gon' talk but don't got any funds?

I feel like Tom Cruise, I'm finna stunt

We comin' for him, now he on the run

My pockets big, I ain't talkin' 'bout Pun

I got a sword on my back like I'm Trunks

This nigga pussy, I might take his lunch

I beat my opps to the punch

Chopper make him do the Nae Nae

Eric and Wxst, so you know this the gang way

He talkin' down when we hit him the same day

M— My niggas movin' the bricks like a LEGO

Chopper on me and it sharp like a cello

She fucked on me, now she stuck like Velcro

Shooter from New York, ain't talkin 'bout Melo

I'm finna play with the kitty like Hello

Six hunnid rich as a bitch, okay

M— My niggas uppin' the stick broad day

Spanish ho, she tellin' me, "Olé"

She eat me up like a chip, no Lays

The XD is hittin' your lip, your face

I get the money, it's no debate

Your money movin' real slow, it's late

Your diamonds not even cold, it's fake

Ha, ha, ha

Ha, ha, ha

Ha, ha, ha (Woah-woah)

Ha, ha, ha

I think my new bitch is tired of me

It'll be bad news if you slide on me

Tell that boy, "Back up", got the fire on me

Neck Uncut Gems how they shine on me (Uh-huh)

She tellin' me I'm the one (Uh-huh)

All these lil' boys is my sons (Uh-huh)

Up the chopper, I'm makin' 'em run (Uh-huh)

My shit be packin' a punch (Uh-huh)

Slump got a stick, we don't fight fair

My bro callin' on me, I'll be right there

If she upset, bitch, I don't care

Got a nice ass and some long hair

This the winner's circle, don't belong here

Made hella bands, been a long year (Long year)

Yeah, uh, I feel like I'm in the NBA, I'm finna lob it to Slump

Yeah, and if you got problems with Eric, you know we unloadin' that gun

Yeah, I get on the mic and I punch in, baby, I do this for fun

You know, I feel like I'm a taser, leavin' my opps really stunned

Yeah, shades on my face, I don't fuck with the sun

How you gon' talk but don't got any funds?

I feel like Tom Cruise, I'm finna stunt

We comin' for him, now he on the run

My pockets big, I ain't talkin' 'bout Pun

I got a sword on my back like I'm Trunks

This nigga pussy, I might take his lunch

I beat my opps to the punch