CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Slidin’
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
It's the big stepper (Stepper), 4L repper (Repper)
Hit him with a twenty-piece, ranch lemon pepper (Pepper)
Black Air Force 1s dancing with the devil (If young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you, 21, 21, 21)
His wifey trouble, thot was finna cut her, I pulled out a rubber
Opps tried to slide on my brother, had to up that cutter
When it's smoke, we huddle, so many shots, damn near shot each other
AR st-st-stutter, Draco brown, look like peanut butter
Don't play tic-tac-toe or tit-for-tat, n***a, this ain't that (21,21)
He was talking gangster on them tracks 'til I got him whacked
Glizzy with the switch and it go splat, ain't no ducking that
Y'all be smoking make believe opps, we be smoking, facts
We be smoking gang after gang, c*ck it back and bang
21 4L, that's what I claim, let your nuts hang
We don't shoot at houses, we hit brains, y'all lil' n***as lame
Fell in love with them chopper sounds, Waka Flocka Flame
Slidin'
Lookin' for the opps, they been hidin'
I grew up 'round drugs, sex, and violence
We turnt off they street, we heard sirens
Since a juvenile, I been wildin'
Chrome Heart jeans got me stylin'
Said he wanted smoke, now he joggin'
While you was in college I was robbin' (If young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you)
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
It's the big stepper (Stepper), 4L repper (Repper)
Hit him with a twenty-piece, ranch lemon pepper (Pepper)
Black Air Force 1s dancing with the devil (If young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you, 21, 21, 21)
His wifey trouble, thot was finna cut her, I pulled out a rubber
Opps tried to slide on my brother, had to up that cutter
When it's smoke, we huddle, so many shots, damn near shot each other
AR st-st-stutter, Draco brown, look like peanut butter
Don't play tic-tac-toe or tit-for-tat, n***a, this ain't that (21,21)
He was talking gangster on them tracks 'til I got him whacked
Glizzy with the switch and it go splat, ain't no ducking that
Y'all be smoking make believe opps, we be smoking, facts
We be smoking gang after gang, c*ck it back and bang
21 4L, that's what I claim, let your nuts hang
We don't shoot at houses, we hit brains, y'all lil' n***as lame
Fell in love with them chopper sounds, Waka Flocka Flame
Slidin'
Lookin' for the opps, they been hidin'
I grew up 'round drugs, sex, and violence
We turnt off they street, we heard sirens
Since a juvenile, I been wildin'
Chrome Heart jeans got me stylin'
Said he wanted smoke, now he joggin'
While you was in college I was robbin' (If young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you)
