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Lately I been sliding
Big bro say, "You gotta chil on doing these hits"
Like ain't one of the hottest n***as in the city doing this sh*t
And they know I'm big dog, we ride with fullys in the whip
And we don't care who you with, you can get fully with your b*t*h
Ayy, young big dog for real
Might f**k this lil' b*t*h and never call her again
I was never shy, going on hits, it's my turn again
I still don't say too much to this day, you can ask all my friends
And I keep this Glock everywhere I go, you ask my momma again
Tell 'em suck my d**k if they hating me
They probably just mad they ain't me
Told this lil' b*t*h she gotta go
She was sucking d**k and scraping me
She weak b*t*h, she lazy, I'm high as hell where space be
I'm smoking Bob-O, that's the best pack
Got a new Five-SeveN, FN, need to test that
Might just bring it to your motherf**king door mat
12 like, "Damn, where is the door at?"
It's Wick, b*t*h, keep the MAC, no lipstick
We ain't tryna hear sh*t, slide through, clear sh*t
It's Wick, b*t*h, Woo hungry, he tryna blick sh*t
Big Fella bonded for a whole hundred yeah, we over lit
Y'all n***as talking all that sh*t but ain't never took no life
Y'all n***as talking all that sh*t, don't even got no pipe
When you n***as talking sh*t, we really come through sliding
But y'all in the crib hiding, please, pop out, y'all ain't sliding, b*t*h
Young big dog for real
Might f**k this lil' b*t*h and never call her again
I was never shy, going on hits, it's my turn again
I still don't say too much to this day, you can ask all my friends
And I keep this Glock everywhere I go, you ask my momma again
I done say a lot of sh*t in these songs, a lot of people hate me for it
Tell they ass they can suck my d**k, a lot people pay me for it
It ain't my fault your homie got killed
You ain't sliding, he hating you for it
We in the S, it ain't no chance, they in that basic foreign
I'm smoking Bob-O, that's the best pack
Got a new Five-SeveN, FN, need to test that
Might just bring it to your motherf**king door mat
12 like, "Damn, where is the door at?"
It's Wick, b*t*h, keep the MAC, no lipstick
We ain't tryna hear sh*t, slide through, clear sh*t
It's Wick, b*t*h, Woo hungry, he tryna blick sh*t
Big Fella bonded for a whole hundred yeah, we over lit
Y'all n***as talking all that sh*t but ain't never took no life
Y'all n***as talking all that sh*t, don't even got no pipe
When you n***as talking sh*t, we really come through sliding
But y'all in the crib hiding, please, pop out, y'all ain't sliding, b*t*h
Big bro say, "You gotta chil on doing these hits"
Like ain't one of the hottest n***as in the city doing this sh*t
And they know I'm big dog, we ride with fullys in the whip
And we don't care who you with, you can get fully with your b*t*h
Ayy, young big dog for real
Might f**k this lil' b*t*h and never call her again
I was never shy, going on hits, it's my turn again
I still don't say too much to this day, you can ask all my friends
And I keep this Glock everywhere I go, you ask my momma again
Tell 'em suck my d**k if they hating me
They probably just mad they ain't me
Told this lil' b*t*h she gotta go
She was sucking d**k and scraping me
She weak b*t*h, she lazy, I'm high as hell where space be
I'm smoking Bob-O, that's the best pack
Got a new Five-SeveN, FN, need to test that
Might just bring it to your motherf**king door mat
12 like, "Damn, where is the door at?"
It's Wick, b*t*h, keep the MAC, no lipstick
We ain't tryna hear sh*t, slide through, clear sh*t
It's Wick, b*t*h, Woo hungry, he tryna blick sh*t
Big Fella bonded for a whole hundred yeah, we over lit
Y'all n***as talking all that sh*t but ain't never took no life
Y'all n***as talking all that sh*t, don't even got no pipe
When you n***as talking sh*t, we really come through sliding
But y'all in the crib hiding, please, pop out, y'all ain't sliding, b*t*h
Young big dog for real
Might f**k this lil' b*t*h and never call her again
I was never shy, going on hits, it's my turn again
I still don't say too much to this day, you can ask all my friends
And I keep this Glock everywhere I go, you ask my momma again
I done say a lot of sh*t in these songs, a lot of people hate me for it
Tell they ass they can suck my d**k, a lot people pay me for it
It ain't my fault your homie got killed
You ain't sliding, he hating you for it
We in the S, it ain't no chance, they in that basic foreign
I'm smoking Bob-O, that's the best pack
Got a new Five-SeveN, FN, need to test that
Might just bring it to your motherf**king door mat
12 like, "Damn, where is the door at?"
It's Wick, b*t*h, keep the MAC, no lipstick
We ain't tryna hear sh*t, slide through, clear sh*t
It's Wick, b*t*h, Woo hungry, he tryna blick sh*t
Big Fella bonded for a whole hundred yeah, we over lit
Y'all n***as talking all that sh*t but ain't never took no life
Y'all n***as talking all that sh*t, don't even got no pipe
When you n***as talking sh*t, we really come through sliding
But y'all in the crib hiding, please, pop out, y'all ain't sliding, b*t*h
