I just came up this way right here
When I was walkin' into the yard (slide)
And, um, they just opened up
Honest, there's no other way to put it
They just drove up like this (slide)
Slowed down a little, and paow, paow, paow (yeah)

Made 'em proud but never made a million (yeah)
I'm talking net, I heart the set, I'm tryna raise the children
From the Naughty where we ain't pretending
Made a lot of niggas die but I ain't admitting, damn
Ain't forgetting, can't forgive 'em
Preying on 'em, no, it ain't religion
Sick of niggas, no, it ain't remission
With it even though I hate the killings
Rather point it at the crackers, FN with the ladder

Slide
Slide, slide, slide, slide (beggin' on 'em)
Slide, slide, slide, slide (beggin' on 'em)
Slide, slide, slide, slide (beggin' on 'em)
Slide

I love my momma 'cause she did her best
I feel nirvana when I'm in the set
We see who pop it on the internet
Catch one, it's a bet
It's a wrap, hit his lungs if he run
Hit his back, if he crawl hit his hat
Out here living raps (uh, yeah)

Slide
Slide, slide, slide, slide (beggin' on 'em)
Slide, slide, slide, slide (beggin' on 'em)
Slide, slide, slide, slide (beggin' on 'em)
Slide

Late night, who rides
Grey slides, suits, ties
Slide

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Hebrew Malachi Richardson, Leken Taylor, Mike Ryan Hector, Vincent Staples, Zachary Deem Sekoff