Slides lyrics

[Intro]
I don't wanna eat, I just hit a lick
I don't wanna eat, I just hit a lick
Why they acting like they f*ck with me
You sound like a b*tch

[Collision]
Run that b*tch up like a track meet
Run that b*tch up like a track meet
Trap (Trap, Trap, Trap)

[Verse]
I don't know why they all mad at me
Wanna be cool I can show you how sad to be, aye
No, I would never hit b*tches but b*tches be hitting my phone call it battery, aye
I f*ck her friend now she mad at me, aye
[?] you n*ggas no allergy, aye
Young n*gga really just need to quit rapping, you need to go work in a factory, aye
I cannot settle for minimum wage
I win that girl so I'm finna get paid
I got a b*tch that I treat like a maid
I always stay with my heat like I'm Wade
I always stay with my heat like a
Bad b*tch chilling in my caddy
Why she keep calling me daddy
Run that b*tch up like a track meet
Run that b*tch up like a track meet (Trap)
I f*ck that b*tch up for practice
Broke b*tches do not attract me
I never nut on these hoes
I f*ck them and then I just run off like athletes, aye
Run off like athletes, aye
Run off like athletes, aye
Run off like (ooh, ok)
Red, black, green on my slipper (slipper)
Gucci on my belt, on my slipper (Gucci)
f*ck her box stupid I don't tip her
She know I'm a star, Big Dipper
She want all night
So I had to give it to her one time (give it to her one time)
They don't wanna fight me, 'cause I got a 30 in a motherf*cking [?] (30 in a motherf*cking)
Super stroke her [?] right
[?] in the middle of the Klondike (ooh, ooh)
I don't crown fight (nah)
'Cause I be in invisible, smoking Popeye (invisible smoking Popeye)
Shoot for my head, f*ck it
Shoot for my di*k
As she swallow me, all of my skipper (skipper)
Gucci my hip, and got Gucci my whip, and got fabric on my slippers (what)
f*ck her in my drop top (f*ck her in my)
Then turn her dress to a crop top (dress to a crop top)
She call me pop-pop, ooh
But in a [?]
Go and give me slop top
Ice up my di*k like he Tiger
I do not f*ck with no n*gga
If she calling n*gga Nazi
f*ck that dude from papparatzi
Washing n*ggas like some laundry
Red bone b*tch in a teepee
sh*tting on n*ggas, no TP
b*tch staring at me like a TV
Ferragamo on my slippers
Red, black, and green on my slippers
f*ck her box stupid, I don't tip her (f*ck her box stupid, I don't), aye
Look
I don't wanna eat, I'll just handle it
Why they acting like they f*ck with me
You sound like a b*tch
Pass the sh*t
And if I catch you off then just move past the sh*t
Pass the sh*t
Fancy sh*t (hold up, aye)
Holes in a n*gga like Spongebob (ooh)
Turn your b*tch dress to a crop top (mmm)
Pull up so clean in my drop top (mmm)
With that white knock his ice off (uh uh)
With that white knock his ice off (uh uh)
Holes in a n*gga like Spongebob (uh uh)
Turn that dress into a crop top
[?], ok
(what, what)