Larry June, Lamb$ - Slidin lyrics
Larry June [Larry Eugene Hendricks] San Francisco, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Larry June, Lamb$ - Slidin lyrics]
OGG deko
TFM ayy, ayy, ayy
Damn sock it to me
I’m slidin’ bitch nigga, I’m slidin’
Hoe nigga, I’m slidin’
Faggot bitch, I’m slidin’
4DEEP mobbin’, we in the stolo
Smokin’ that fire, lean like a cholo
I’m not even thinkin’, I’m not even rhymin’
I pull out my bussdown, change up the climate
Pimpin’ and rappin’, Deko, this shit slappin’
I’m dismissin’ bitches
‘cause these hoes be cattin’
Meet me at Trader Joes, bring me a sandwich
I broke her, then let her go
Bitch, I’m a savage
Ridin’ ‘round, gotta get it
Got my niggas with me, so we went and hit it
Niggas hatin’ so, I pack MAC-11 when I’m
Slidin’ through the city 911, Porshe
Trunk in the front, ooh no, he didn’t?!
People’ll talk to the hoe
I just slide through and check ‘bout fifty
God damn
I’m slidin’ bitch nigga, I’m slidin’
Hoe nigga, I’m slidin’
Faggot bitch, I’m slidin’
Put lean in my cream soda
My bitch in the Range Rover
We eatin’ at Bossa Nova
My money – it never fold
This lean got me movin’ slow
Both of my pockets loaded
Most of my pistols loaded, got
Dumb racks in lumber, shawty
In my city, I’ma slide to the Eastside
In my city, I’ma slide to the Westside
In my city, I might slide to the Southside
In broad day, yuh, nigga comittin’ homicide
I don't leave the house
Without my mufukin’ pistol
All my niggas slidin’ ‘round
Trappin’ out rentals
Keep on gettin’ paper, ‘cause I’m, I count it
Keep on gettin’ paper, ‘cause I’m, I count it
I’m slidin’ bitch nigga, I’m slidin’
Hoe nigga, I’m slidin’
Faggot bitch, I’m slidin’
I think they watchin’ my moves
I spot a sassoon i’m not buildin’ nothin’
But ride with the tool
They stalkin’ my IG, I’m throwin’ ‘em off
Switch up my location, I move like a boss
I slide to the V, then slide to the P
Then back to the -Sco
But you can meet me ‘round three
GLOCK 40 on me, I swing the handle, then beam
Been trappin’ hard since fifteen, ayy
You be sellin’ ‘em dreams
Chill mode, wrist froze
Knock the bitch in Filmo-
Set her down at the centerfold
Pull up to ’11, bitch you better get low
Beamer coupe with the matte on it
Lookin’ like I’m ‘bout to race sun’
These rap niggas all internet, see a nigga
Never say nun’
I’m slidin’ bitch nigga, I’m slidin’
Hoe nigga, I’m slidin’
Faggot bitch, I’m slidin’ i'm slidin'
Faggot bitch, I’m slidin’
TFM ayy, ayy, ayy
Damn sock it to me
I’m slidin’ bitch nigga, I’m slidin’
Hoe nigga, I’m slidin’
Faggot bitch, I’m slidin’
4DEEP mobbin’, we in the stolo
Smokin’ that fire, lean like a cholo
I’m not even thinkin’, I’m not even rhymin’
I pull out my bussdown, change up the climate
Pimpin’ and rappin’, Deko, this shit slappin’
I’m dismissin’ bitches
‘cause these hoes be cattin’
Meet me at Trader Joes, bring me a sandwich
I broke her, then let her go
Bitch, I’m a savage
Ridin’ ‘round, gotta get it
Got my niggas with me, so we went and hit it
Niggas hatin’ so, I pack MAC-11 when I’m
Slidin’ through the city 911, Porshe
Trunk in the front, ooh no, he didn’t?!
People’ll talk to the hoe
I just slide through and check ‘bout fifty
God damn
I’m slidin’ bitch nigga, I’m slidin’
Hoe nigga, I’m slidin’
Faggot bitch, I’m slidin’
Put lean in my cream soda
My bitch in the Range Rover
We eatin’ at Bossa Nova
My money – it never fold
This lean got me movin’ slow
Both of my pockets loaded
Most of my pistols loaded, got
Dumb racks in lumber, shawty
In my city, I’ma slide to the Eastside
In my city, I’ma slide to the Westside
In my city, I might slide to the Southside
In broad day, yuh, nigga comittin’ homicide
I don't leave the house
Without my mufukin’ pistol
All my niggas slidin’ ‘round
Trappin’ out rentals
Keep on gettin’ paper, ‘cause I’m, I count it
Keep on gettin’ paper, ‘cause I’m, I count it
I’m slidin’ bitch nigga, I’m slidin’
Hoe nigga, I’m slidin’
Faggot bitch, I’m slidin’
I think they watchin’ my moves
I spot a sassoon i’m not buildin’ nothin’
But ride with the tool
They stalkin’ my IG, I’m throwin’ ‘em off
Switch up my location, I move like a boss
I slide to the V, then slide to the P
Then back to the -Sco
But you can meet me ‘round three
GLOCK 40 on me, I swing the handle, then beam
Been trappin’ hard since fifteen, ayy
You be sellin’ ‘em dreams
Chill mode, wrist froze
Knock the bitch in Filmo-
Set her down at the centerfold
Pull up to ’11, bitch you better get low
Beamer coupe with the matte on it
Lookin’ like I’m ‘bout to race sun’
These rap niggas all internet, see a nigga
Never say nun’
I’m slidin’ bitch nigga, I’m slidin’
Hoe nigga, I’m slidin’
Faggot bitch, I’m slidin’ i'm slidin'
Faggot bitch, I’m slidin’