Larry June

"Slidin"

[Intro: Larry June]
OGG...Deko...TFM
Aye, aye, aye
Damn
Sock it to me

[Chorus]
I’m slidin’
b*tch n*gga, I’m slidin’
Hoe n*gga, I’m slidin’
Faggot b*tch, I’m slidin’

[Verse 1: Larry June]
4DEEP mobbin’, we in da stolo
Smokin’ dat fire, lean like a cholo
I’m not even thinkin’, I’m not even rhymin’
I pull out my buss down, change up da climate
Pimpin’ and rappin’, Deko, dis sh*t slappin’
I’m dismissin’ b*tches, ‘cause dese hoes be cattin’
Meet me at Trader Joes, bring me a sandwich
I broke her, den let her go
b*tch, I’m a savage

[Bridge: Larry June]
Ridin’ ‘round, gotta get it
Got my n*ggas wit me, so we went and hit it
n*ggas hatin’
So, I’m packin’ MAC 11 when I’m slidin’ through da city
9/11, Porshe (...)
Trunk in da front, ooo no, he didn’t?!
People’ll talk to da hoe
I just slide through and check ‘bout fifty
God damn

[Chorus: Larry June]
I’m slidin’
b*tch n*gga, I’m slidin’
Hoe n*gga, I’m slidin’
Faggot b*tch, I’m slidin’

[Verse 2: Insomniac Lamb$]
Put lean in my cream soda, my b*tch in da Range Rover
We eatin’ at Bossa Nova, my money – it never fold
This lean got me movin’ slow, bof’ of my pockets loaded
Most of pistols loaded, got dumb(?) racks in lumber, shawty
In my city, I’ma slide to da eastside
In my city, I’ma slide to da westside
In my city, I might slide to da southside
In broad day, yuh, n*gga comittin’ homicide
Ion leave da house wit’out my mufukin’ pistol
All my n*ggas slidin’ ‘round, choppin’ out rentals
Keep on gettin’ paper, ‘cause I’m (...), I count it
Keep on gettin’ paper, ‘cause I’m (...), I count it

[Chorus: Larry June]
I’m slidin’
b*tch n*gga, I’m slidin’
Hoe n*gga, I’m slidin’
Faggot b*tch, I’m slidin’

[Verse 3: Larry June]
I think they watchin’ my moves, I spot a sassoon
I’m not buildin’ nothin’, but ride wit da tool
They stalkin’ my IG, I’m throwin’ ‘em off
Switch up my location, I move like a boss
I slide to da V, then slide to da P
Then back to the -sco, but you can meet me ‘round three
GLOCK 40 on me, I swing the handle, den beam(?)
Been trappin’ hard since fifteen, aye, you be sellin’ ‘em dreams

[Bridge: Larry June]
Chill mode, wrist froze
Knock the b*tch in Filmo’, set her down at the centerfold
(...)
Pull up to ’11, b*tch you better get low
Beamer coupe wit da matte on it, lookin’ like I’m ‘bout to race sun’
These rap n*ggas all internet, see a n*gga, never say nun’

[Chorus: Larry June]
I’m slidin’
b*tch n*gga, I’m slidin’
Hoe n*gga, I’m slidin’
Faggot b*tch, I’m slidin’
I'm slidin'

[Outro]
Faggot b*tch, I’m slidin’

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