Slide lyrics

[Intro]
(Low the Great)
(Slim made it)

[Chorus: Bino Rideaux]
Yeah, slidin' some sh*t, yeah
Cartier Skelly, I put some time in this b*tch, yeah
Look at all this pressure, we the flyest in this b*tch, yeah
He can play before I kick a rhyme in this b*tch, yeah
I can't do nothin', I'm just gon' grind in this b*tch, yeah
Pull up with shooters and robbers, ridin' in this b*tch, yeah
Might gotta spin it, then sit aside in this b*tch
Just to release them n*ggas that's intertwined in this b*tch

[Verse 1: Jeeezy]
A lot of n*ggas pressured up (Pressured up)
I ain't feelin' they verses, these n*ggas gotta step it up (Step it up)
I walked in with twenty b*tches, but my watch is 41 (41)
n*gga starin' at my pendant, but I bet I don't get touched (Nah)
I'm standin' on my pimpin'. I got b*tches in the cut
Can't forget about them days when my wheel wasn't startin' up (Startin' up)
Loadin' up a black truck, this sh*t look like a party bus (Party bus)
Catch me on the top floor with some b*tches I can't trust (I can't trust)
Every city we step in, we the topic of discussion (We the n*ggas)
He a lil' boy, he ain't comin' how I'm comin' (Yeah)
I might post her on my story, but I promise I don't love her (I don't love her)
Yeah, that drank my best friend, I don't put no b*tch above it
[Chorus: Bino Rideaux]
Yeah, slidin' some sh*t, yeah
Cartier Skelly, I put some time in this b*tch, yeah
Look at all this pressure, we the flyest in this b*tch, yeah
He can play before I kick a rhyme in this b*tch, yeah
I can't do nothin', I'm just gon' grind in this b*tch, yeah
Pull up with shooters and robbers, ridin' in this b*tch, yeah
Might gotta spin it, then sit aside in this b*tch
Just to release them n*ggas that's intertwined in this b*tch

[Verse 3: BlueBucksClan DJ]
Keepin' it a hundred, I ain't lyin' to no b*tch (I ain't lyin' to no b*tch)
All the hoes is comin', I ain't writin' down no list (Ain't writin' down no list)
Louis on my Balmain's, yeah, I get fly as sh*t (Fly)
Other n*ggas hoes, tryna put it all at risk and I might do it (Put it all at risk)
Big bag full of sh*t on me, it's light bluish (Light bluish)
Two b*tches suckin' on me, tryna fight through it (Tryna fight through it)
Yeah, I be fresh as hell sh*t I like doin'
I went all white on n*ggas, feel like Mike Rubin (Mike Rubin)
You not tired of that n*gga? You must like losin' (Like losin')
Hit the pedal, flames hoppin' off the pipe shootin' (Pipe)
At the table, I brought chicken and the rice too (Chicken and the rice too)
Cup dirty like I'm sippin' grapefruit (Like I'm sippin' grapefruit)

[Chorus: Bino Rideaux]
Yeah, slidin' some sh*t, yeah
Cartier Skelly, I put some time in this b*tch, yeah
Look at all this pressure, we the flyest in this b*tch, yeah
He can play before I kick a rhyme in this b*tch, yeah
I can't do nothin', I'm just gon' grind in this b*tch, yeah
Pull up with shooters and robbers, ridin' in this b*tch, yeah
Might gotta spin it, then sit aside in this b*tch
Just to release them n*ggas that's intertwined in this b*tch