Slide lyrics

[Intro]
Shun On The Beat
Hey

[Chorus]
Can't nothin' slide, on my sides
Closed eyes, four-fives
Glock nines, roll 'em down
If you try, you will die
Suicide, you will lie
Two shots through his mind
Through him down, don't fool around
Blew him down, you will die
Can't nothin' slide no more (More)
Can't nothin' slide no more (No)
Can't let nothin' slide no more (More)
Can't let nothin' slide no more
Can't nothin' slide no more (No)
Can't nothin' slide no more (More)
Can't let nothin' slide no more (No)
Can't let nothin' slide no more (Hey)

[Verse 1]
You can't hide, I'm too wired
Come outside, yeah I'm live
I'm too live, got that iron
If you try, you will die
You won't fly, no goodbyes
You too quiet, oh you quiet
Grab that iron, cut 'em down
Gun 'em down a few times
You know I'm serious with it
Flag his ass for the interference
Tag his ass with the mini-Semi
I don't leave no witness, I'm a man of business
Pants sag, I got plenty twenties
Black mag with the kickin' Smith 'n
Fast cash got my fingers itchin'
b*tch get to trippin', no we can't kick it, hey
I got some stone cold killers
If you ain't with it, need to go home, n*gga
I promise I'ma shine when the show's on, n*gga
That nina will f*ck you with your clothes on, n*gga
Down for the ride, better hold on, n*gga
Big wax bullets explode on n*ggas
I swear I'm your pusher, my dough roll, n*gga
Big old FN, remote control these n*ggas
[Chorus]
Can't nothin' slide, on my sides
Closed eyes, four-fives
Glock nines, roll 'em down
If you try, you will die
Suicide, you will lie
Two shots through his mind
Through him down, don't fool around
Blew him down, you will die
Can't nothin' slide no more (More)
Can't nothin' slide no more (No)
Can't let nothin' slide no more (More)
Can't let nothin' slide no more
Can't nothin' slide no more (No)
Can't nothin' slide no more (More)
Can't let nothin' slide no more (No)
Can't let nothin' slide no more (Hey)

[Verse 2]
I'm with whatever whatever
You know I'm with what whatever you're with
You n*ggas be messy, y'all talk like a b*tch
I'ma start knock out some spit when you talk when you shouldn't
Crip n*gga lay down the law in this b*tch
How you real, and I see the flaw in you, b*tch?
All you n*ggas do is talk when it's business
I swear I cut up, cut up, and get raw in this b*tch (Ooh, yeah)
Flexin', that's too pressure
Yeah I f*ck a lot of hoes, they call me Yella Hugh Hefner
Knew better, you would do better
Tell your lil' shotta he probably need to shot better
All my killers too clever
Young n*gga ridin', gettin' money in a new Tesla
n*gga strapped up with two Deserts
Them last year vibes, I swear I'm on a new level
I swear I got all my guns
Kill all these n*ggas, put that on my son
Young n*gga come with a ton of bombs
I'm bombin' up, free my n*gga Young
Tell me where you're goin' to run?
Hit you with the Ricky, yeah, go'n and run
Get-gettin' sticky, yeah we down for fun
Got a baby chopper with a hundred drum
[Chorus]
Can't nothin' slide, on my sides
Closed eyes, four-fives
Glock nines, roll 'em down
If you try, you will die
Suicide, you will lie
Two shots through his mind
Through him down, don't fool around
Blew him down, you will die
Can't nothin' slide no more (More)
Can't nothin' slide no more (No)
Can't let nothin' slide no more (More)
Can't let nothin' slide no more
Can't nothin' slide no more (No)
Can't nothin' slide no more (More)
Can't let nothin' slide no more (No)
Can't let nothin' slide no more (No more)