Rich Amiri - Slidin lyrics
Rich Amiri [Amiri Dexter Chase] Boston/Randolph, Massachusetts, U.S 🇺🇸
[Rich Amiri - Slidin lyrics]
I made ten racks
(yeah) , spent it on my jeans (yeah)
Know I drive fast, Trackhawk
It's gon' beat your Jeep
(That boy Jdolla go crazy, no, no way)
And my Lamb' fast
Red and yellow leather seats (Let's go)
Bro gon' blam back
He gon' leave that boy deceased (Let's go)
She gon' suck me dumb
Got your ho up on her knees (yeah)
Gettin' money now I'm ballin' like
I'm in the league (yeah)
Think it's funny how your man
Can't compete with me (No)
She had cut me off, now she wanna be with me
(Let's go)
Don't sleep, my niggas slidin' now
Maybach, what we ridin' now (Skrr)
Hеard that he no taddlin', oh
I'll walk his ass, i'll bag it all
These niggas not high at all, two cups
Thеy styrofoam (yeah)
Off White's, I'm buyin' those
(yeah) , Botega, I'm buyin' those (yeah)
Know she an eater, she want
Some money, she trippin', yeah
I got a Evisu, rockin' this suicide denim
Mm hmm
Brodie put me in a song, I'm finna kill him
Ayy tell me that she wanna leave
I'm finna let her (yeah)
I made ten racks
(yeah) , spent it on my jeans (Woah)
Know I drive fast (yeah) , Trackhawk
It's gon' beat your Jeep (yeah)
And my Lamb' fast
Red and yellow leather seats (Oh)
Bro gon' blam back
He gon' leave that boy deceased (Woah)
She gon' suck me dumb
Got your ho up on her knees (Oh)
Gettin' money now I'm ballin' like
I'm in the league (Oh, oh)
Think it's funny how your man
Can't compete with me (Let's go)
She had cut me off, now she wanna be with me
Yeah, wanna be with me yeah, she proud of me
Yeah, she rock with me, me, me
(yeah) , spent it on my jeans (yeah)
Know I drive fast, Trackhawk
It's gon' beat your Jeep
(That boy Jdolla go crazy, no, no way)
And my Lamb' fast
Red and yellow leather seats (Let's go)
Bro gon' blam back
He gon' leave that boy deceased (Let's go)
She gon' suck me dumb
Got your ho up on her knees (yeah)
Gettin' money now I'm ballin' like
I'm in the league (yeah)
Think it's funny how your man
Can't compete with me (No)
She had cut me off, now she wanna be with me
(Let's go)
Don't sleep, my niggas slidin' now
Maybach, what we ridin' now (Skrr)
Hеard that he no taddlin', oh
I'll walk his ass, i'll bag it all
These niggas not high at all, two cups
Thеy styrofoam (yeah)
Off White's, I'm buyin' those
(yeah) , Botega, I'm buyin' those (yeah)
Know she an eater, she want
Some money, she trippin', yeah
I got a Evisu, rockin' this suicide denim
Mm hmm
Brodie put me in a song, I'm finna kill him
Ayy tell me that she wanna leave
I'm finna let her (yeah)
I made ten racks
(yeah) , spent it on my jeans (Woah)
Know I drive fast (yeah) , Trackhawk
It's gon' beat your Jeep (yeah)
And my Lamb' fast
Red and yellow leather seats (Oh)
Bro gon' blam back
He gon' leave that boy deceased (Woah)
She gon' suck me dumb
Got your ho up on her knees (Oh)
Gettin' money now I'm ballin' like
I'm in the league (Oh, oh)
Think it's funny how your man
Can't compete with me (Let's go)
She had cut me off, now she wanna be with me
Yeah, wanna be with me yeah, she proud of me
Yeah, she rock with me, me, me