Xanman - Slide Music lyrics
[Xanman - Slide Music lyrics]
Break down a QP like a Reese's
Spin a block, in an all-black GMC
Throw a brick through the window, like Baby D
Ran it up, now I know why they're hating me
How he trap when he work at Mickey D's
Got a QP from my goodman
He a tattoo like his hood man
Take a picture
We don't care about his dead man
Slide music, slide the doors on the minivan
Take the newborn, put her in the ceiling fan
Glock burn niggas, I hope you can get a tan
AR make him jump like he's Spiderman
In the kitchen
Like I'm working with a frying pan
Twin Glocks, and they siamese
Killed his son, then we post it on IG
K-9 is the dog, can't find me
Party in the USA, Miley
We gon' find out what he rolling in
Slime a nigga, Nickelodeon
Mop on me, looking like a custodian
I get a dynamite for Napoleon yeah
On the block, I let the uzi melt
We don't got to kill the nigga
We made him shoot himself
Xan kicking up the work, I had a black belt
Got the water, when you dip
It make the jack melt
Got a QP from my goodman
He a tattoo like his hood man
Take a picture
We don't care about his dead man
Slide music, slide the doors on the minivan
Take the newborn, put her in the ceiling fan
Glock burn niggas, I hope you can get a tan
AR make him jump like he's Spiderman
In the kitchen
Like I'm working with a frying pan
Spin a block, in an all-black GMC
Throw a brick through the window, like Baby D
Ran it up, now I know why they're hating me
How he trap when he work at Mickey D's
Got a QP from my goodman
He a tattoo like his hood man
Take a picture
We don't care about his dead man
Slide music, slide the doors on the minivan
Take the newborn, put her in the ceiling fan
Glock burn niggas, I hope you can get a tan
AR make him jump like he's Spiderman
In the kitchen
Like I'm working with a frying pan
Twin Glocks, and they siamese
Killed his son, then we post it on IG
K-9 is the dog, can't find me
Party in the USA, Miley
We gon' find out what he rolling in
Slime a nigga, Nickelodeon
Mop on me, looking like a custodian
I get a dynamite for Napoleon yeah
On the block, I let the uzi melt
We don't got to kill the nigga
We made him shoot himself
Xan kicking up the work, I had a black belt
Got the water, when you dip
It make the jack melt
Got a QP from my goodman
He a tattoo like his hood man
Take a picture
We don't care about his dead man
Slide music, slide the doors on the minivan
Take the newborn, put her in the ceiling fan
Glock burn niggas, I hope you can get a tan
AR make him jump like he's Spiderman
In the kitchen
Like I'm working with a frying pan