midwxst – Slide Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, oh
Oh, oh
Yeah, yeah, oh
Oh

Yeah, uh, I ball 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’ the 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 is 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

[Verse 1: Slump6s]
Choppa make him do the nae-nae
Eric and Wxst, so you know this a gangway
He talkin’ down when we hit him the same day
My niggas movin’ the bricks like a layup
Choppa 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
600 rich as a bitch, okay
My niggas uppin’ the stick broad day
Spanish hoe, 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 is 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, they my sons (Uh-huh)
The choppa, 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 winnin’ circle, don’t belong here
Made hella bands, been a long year (Long year)

Yeah, uh, I ball 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’ the 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