CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Slidin’
Slidin' and my demons love...
Slidin' with some demons...
Aye, unh, yeah
Slidin' and my demons love to follow me
And all these broke n***as can't f**k with me, no
Stackin' up my chips baby no casino (Aye)
.40 on my hip, cause a scene, let it blow
Slidin' and my demons love to follow me
And all these broke n***as can't f**k with me, no (Nope)
Stackin' up my chips baby no casino (Yeah)
.40 on my hip, cause a scene. let it blow (Yeah)
I walked in this b*t*h with a bankroll (Bankroll)
n***as like "D. Savage, boy you trippin'"
Hoppin' out the cut, with that choppa, make em' feel it
Shoot em' through the peephole, Rose gold likе who is it?
All these peoplе, I can't trust all these people
Please do not talk to me cause n***a I don't need you
Please you, tryna please you
Stupid b*t*h, I don't need you, ain't tryna hear you
I'm just tryna count these racks and see what that mouth do
I was geekin' off a flat, rollin' off a jigaboo, unh
Geeked up, f**ked up, n***a who is you?
Higher than a b*t*h, yeah, flooded out my wrist, yeah
Rose gold in my mouth, look like dirty p*ss, yeah
Let a n***a try me, .40 with a d**k, yeah
Slidin' and my demons love to follow me (Aye, unh)
And all these broke n***as can't f**k with me, no
Stackin' up my chips baby no casino
.40 on my hip, cause a scene, let it blow
Slidin' with some demons...
Aye, unh, yeah
Slidin' and my demons love to follow me
And all these broke n***as can't f**k with me, no
Stackin' up my chips baby no casino (Aye)
.40 on my hip, cause a scene, let it blow
Slidin' and my demons love to follow me
And all these broke n***as can't f**k with me, no (Nope)
Stackin' up my chips baby no casino (Yeah)
.40 on my hip, cause a scene. let it blow (Yeah)
I walked in this b*t*h with a bankroll (Bankroll)
n***as like "D. Savage, boy you trippin'"
Hoppin' out the cut, with that choppa, make em' feel it
Shoot em' through the peephole, Rose gold likе who is it?
All these peoplе, I can't trust all these people
Please do not talk to me cause n***a I don't need you
Please you, tryna please you
Stupid b*t*h, I don't need you, ain't tryna hear you
I'm just tryna count these racks and see what that mouth do
I was geekin' off a flat, rollin' off a jigaboo, unh
Geeked up, f**ked up, n***a who is you?
Higher than a b*t*h, yeah, flooded out my wrist, yeah
Rose gold in my mouth, look like dirty p*ss, yeah
Let a n***a try me, .40 with a d**k, yeah
Slidin' and my demons love to follow me (Aye, unh)
And all these broke n***as can't f**k with me, no
Stackin' up my chips baby no casino
.40 on my hip, cause a scene, let it blow
