(Yeah) hit up my baby girl (woo)
'Cause I thought about her (yeah)
Know we haven't talked in weeks (we haven't)
But I know you want the nana (ah)
No this ain't no booty call (dang)
It's just a late night snack (it is)
My mama still at work (she is)
And I just got me some Trojans (protected)
Dick like ADT (yeah)
Bust too long, teleportin' me
Lookin' like she red wine (yeah)
And my shawty like a 10, she a 9-9 (true)
Wouldn't trade her for a jewel and pearl (woah)
Only diamonds maybe (yeah)
I'm lookin' for my Usher album (yeah)
So my tensions get buildin' when you

Slide through
Slide through
Slide through
Slide through (slide)
Slide through (slide)
Slide through (slide)
Slide through (slide)
Slide through (hey)

I hear you wanna (woo)
Feel your tongue on my teeth, so I (true)
Do my best to keep in mind
That you're human and you trip sometimes (yeah)
Keep it a buck, two fifty (woo)
Let me know if you're a little bit iffy (woo)
Don't know what you want, you're complicated (yeah)
I'm frustrated, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
I'm so wasted for (yeah)
You 'cause you perfect galore
I shoulda' put more effort in it
I'm runnin' through the race to finish
I'm like, "Fuck it"
Your heart don't know what it doesn't (no)
I'm lookin' for my Michael album
So my tensions get buildin' when you

Slide through
Slide through
Slide through
Slide through (slide)
Slide through (slide)
Slide through (slide)
Slide through (slide)
Slide through (hey)

Slide, slide
Slide, yeah
Slide, slide
Slide, yeah
Slide, slide
Slide, yeah
Slide, slide
Slide

If you don't get your ass
Up off this couch, man
I promise you ain't ever gon' be shit
You ain't never gon' do shit
Matter of fact
You gon' sit there with a dumbass look on your face like
"Why you mean?"
Nigga, nobody care about how you feel

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Adam Daniel, Jahaan Sweet, Jaren Christopher Walker