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Slide (Remix)

by 21 Savage

on Slave (1977)

[Intro: FBG Duck]
Ay Ewell, I don't want no autotune
Yeah you know lately
f*ck all that sh*t
We been on a whole 'lot of gang sh*t you know, never lane switch
That's how I'm comin'
Gang gang since potty train, all that sh*t
Oh this how you comin' too?
Naw for real

[Chorus: FBG Duck]
This a real n*gga party, you cannot get in (in)
Bussin' out the mid (mid), foenem off the Xans (Xans)
I can't shake your hand (hand), no, I'm not your friend (friend)
I don't f*ck with rappers (nah), no I'm not a fan (fan), damn (damn)
n*ggas really shoot, no accident (for real)
I can't make this sh*t up, I cannot pretend, damn
And I heard you know who shot ya mans (for real?)
You ain't tryna slide so don't be actin' like you is (pus*y)
'Cause if you gon' slide, pus*y n*gga then slide then (yeah)
Let me see some f*ckin' shots fired then (rrah, rrah, rrah)
Make me shoot that crib up you hidin' in
Don't wanna hear them loud sounds, then be quiet then

[Verse 1: FBG Duck]
You don't wanna hear that frrtp then shhh
'Fore I sneak up on you with that pew pew pew (ugh)
Ridin' with that wish-a-n*gga-would (uh)
This right here'll turn a n*gga name to a hood
Bumped into a b*tch I knew in high school
Look, been tried to f*ck you, b*tch, you past due
Remember you was dissin' in the classroom
Now you tryna top me in the bathroom
You wasn't out here with the gang b*tch you lyin'
You wasn't duckin from the 12 totin' the iron
I can't trust you b*tch if you not one of mine
We don't need no new n*ggas, yeah, b*tch we fine

[Chorus: FBG Duck]
This a real n*gga party, you cannot get in (in)
Bussin' out the mid (mid), foenem off the Xans (Xans)
I can't shake your hand (hand), no, I'm not your friend (friend)
I don't f*ck with rappers (nah), no I'm not a fan (fan), damn
n*ggas really shoot, no accident (for real)
I can't make this sh*t up, I cannot pretend, damn
And I heard you know who shot ya mans (for real?)
You ain't tryna slide so don't be actin' like you is (pus*y)
'Cause if you gon' slide, pus*y n*gga then slide then (yeah)
Let me see some f*ckin' shots fired then (rrah, rrah, rrah)
Ayy, let me tell y'all a little somethin'
Make me shoot that crib up you hidin' in
I'ma talk my sh*t
Don't wanna hear them loud sounds, then be quiet then

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Let me see you slide (straight up)
Sixth grade, on my kids, I had a deuce fire (on god)
Slaughter Gang, rep that dagger, don't get crucified (on god)
Glock 33 with the 30 hangin' out, I swear my trigger finger itchin'
After the candle light, we pushin' up, shoot the funeral up
You think cause you went and tatted your face, that sh*t make you tough?
Saiga-12 and I fill it with slugs, thotty got hit with a bust
This b*tch trippin' tryna face time, I'm tryna catch me a nut
Roll the window down, stick the choppers out
f*ck a diss song, n*gga let's shoot it out
Lace my boots up, put the coupes up
Grab a hotbox, time to shoot stuff
Savage from the 6 where they tote a lot of big sh*t
Savage pop a lot of sh*t, like that n*gga foreign clip
Hit his car so many times, that Draco made a sunroof
f*ck a fistfight I'ma show you what these guns do (21, 21)
The streets raised me, I'm a bast*rd (straight up)
All these bodies wanna hire me a pastor (yeah-yeah)
Mossberg, hit his chest and gave that n*gga astma (21)
Middle school to high school, I was stealin' plasmas

[Chorus: FBG Duck]
This a real n*gga party, you cannot get in (in)
Bussin' out the mid (mid), foenem off the Xans (Xans)
I can't shake your hand (hand), no, I'm not your friend (friend)
I don't f*ck with rappers (nah), no I'm not a fan (fan), damn
n*ggas really shoot, no accident (for real)
I can't make this sh*t up, I cannot pretend, damn
And I heard you know who shot ya mans (for real?)
You ain't tryna slide so don't be actin' like you is (pus*y)
'Cause if you gon' slide, pus*y n*gga then slide then (yeah)
Let me see some f*ckin' shots fired then (rrah, rrah, rrah)
Make me shoot that crib up you hidin' in
Don't wanna hear them loud sounds, then be quiet then (loud)