Put my Gucci slides on
Real f*ckin' quick!
Partna on the phone
It's time to hit a lick!
All these fake niggas flauntin'
They're counterfeit!
Kickin' down doors
I hit'em with the pistol-whip!
Gucci slides, all this in my muh-f*ckin'
Gucci slides, all this in my muh-f*ckin'
Gucci slides, all this in my muh-f*ckin'
Gucci slides, all this in my
Takin' everything, but ya ugly-ass bitch
F*ck it, might as well, she might be a snitch
You all tried to run, but I caught ya like a fish
Jason Voorhees, that's my muh-f*ckin' idol
Keep comin' back, no one can take his title
Ya can't really run, and ya can't really hide
Choppas in the van, all we have to do is slide
Comin' with the drum that sounds like the "Rolling Tide"
AL boy, that's where I'm from
All these fake country-hicks lookin' so dumb
They act all "country" with their jacked-up trucks
We all know your dad got it with his "big bucks"
Get ya own money then talk shit to me
Get ya own money then talk shit to me
Get ya own money then talk shit to me
Uh, get hit with the .30!
Gucci slides, all this in my muh-f*ckin'
Gucci slides, all this in my muh-f*ckin'
Gucci slides, all this in my muh-f*ckin'
Gucci slides, all this in my
(Yeah!)
I just hit yo main bitch
Man, I had to slide! (It's lit!)
I just hit a lick on that boy
And he cried! (Straight-up!)
All my niggas with the shits
And y'all gon' f*ckin' die! (Yeah, yeah!)
They say, "Play that Breezy baby!"
We on Tidal, join the tide (Skrt!)
Runnin' with the .40, I got loud in the trunk (Yeah, yeah!)
Runnin' like I'm Tony, baby we got all the skunk (Alright!)
Yeah, we played that Breezy baby
Now she wanna f*ck (It's lit!)
In my Gucci Slides, all this in my muh-f*ckin' Gucci Slides! (Yeah!)
Hit yo main bitch, and I had to f*ckin' slide! (Yeah)
Hit yo main bitch on the muh-f*ckin' fly!
Hit yo bitch, I'm so sneaky baby, I'm so sly, I'm so sly!
Get ya own money then talk shit to me
Get ya own money then talk shit to me
Get ya own money then talk shit to me
Yeah, you gettin hit with the .40!
Gucci slides, all this in my muh-f*ckin'
Gucci slides, all this in my muh-f*ckin'
Gucci slides, all this in my muh-f*ckin'
Gucci slides, all this in my muh-f*ckin'
Breezy - Gucci Slidez (feat. Alabama Kidd) Lyrics
Breezy - Gucci Slidez (feat. Alabama Kidd) Lyrics
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Put my Gucci slides on
Real f*ckin' quick!
Partna on the phone
It's time to hit a lick!
All these fake niggas flauntin'
They're counterfeit!
Kickin' down doors
I hit'em with the pistol-whip!
Gucci slides, all this in my muh-f*ckin'
Gucci slides, all this in my muh-f*ckin'
Gucci slides, all this in my muh-f*ckin'
Gucci slides, all this in my
Takin' everything, but ya ugly-ass bitch
F*ck it, might as well, she might be a snitch
You all tried to run, but I caught ya like a fish
Jason Voorhees, that's my muh-f*ckin' idol
Keep comin' back, no one can take his title
Ya can't really run, and ya can't really hide
Choppas in the van, all we have to do is slide
Comin' with the drum that sounds like the "Rolling Tide"
AL boy, that's where I'm from
All these fake country-hicks lookin' so dumb
They act all "country" with their jacked-up trucks
We all know your dad got it with his "big bucks"
Get ya own money then talk shit to me
Get ya own money then talk shit to me
Get ya own money then talk shit to me
Uh, get hit with the .30!
Gucci slides, all this in my muh-f*ckin'
Gucci slides, all this in my muh-f*ckin'
Gucci slides, all this in my muh-f*ckin'
Gucci slides, all this in my
(Yeah!)
I just hit yo main bitch
Man, I had to slide! (It's lit!)
I just hit a lick on that boy
And he cried! (Straight-up!)
All my niggas with the shits
And y'all gon' f*ckin' die! (Yeah, yeah!)
They say, "Play that Breezy baby!"
We on Tidal, join the tide (Skrt!)
Runnin' with the .40, I got loud in the trunk (Yeah, yeah!)
Runnin' like I'm Tony, baby we got all the skunk (Alright!)
Yeah, we played that Breezy baby
Now she wanna f*ck (It's lit!)
In my Gucci Slides, all this in my muh-f*ckin' Gucci Slides! (Yeah!)
Hit yo main bitch, and I had to f*ckin' slide! (Yeah)
Hit yo main bitch on the muh-f*ckin' fly!
Hit yo bitch, I'm so sneaky baby, I'm so sly, I'm so sly!
Get ya own money then talk shit to me
Get ya own money then talk shit to me
Get ya own money then talk shit to me
Yeah, you gettin hit with the .40!
Gucci slides, all this in my muh-f*ckin'
Gucci slides, all this in my muh-f*ckin'
Gucci slides, all this in my muh-f*ckin'
Gucci slides, all this in my muh-f*ckin'
Real f*ckin' quick!
Partna on the phone
It's time to hit a lick!
All these fake niggas flauntin'
They're counterfeit!
Kickin' down doors
I hit'em with the pistol-whip!
Gucci slides, all this in my muh-f*ckin'
Gucci slides, all this in my muh-f*ckin'
Gucci slides, all this in my muh-f*ckin'
Gucci slides, all this in my
Takin' everything, but ya ugly-ass bitch
F*ck it, might as well, she might be a snitch
You all tried to run, but I caught ya like a fish
Jason Voorhees, that's my muh-f*ckin' idol
Keep comin' back, no one can take his title
Ya can't really run, and ya can't really hide
Choppas in the van, all we have to do is slide
Comin' with the drum that sounds like the "Rolling Tide"
AL boy, that's where I'm from
All these fake country-hicks lookin' so dumb
They act all "country" with their jacked-up trucks
We all know your dad got it with his "big bucks"
Get ya own money then talk shit to me
Get ya own money then talk shit to me
Get ya own money then talk shit to me
Uh, get hit with the .30!
Gucci slides, all this in my muh-f*ckin'
Gucci slides, all this in my muh-f*ckin'
Gucci slides, all this in my muh-f*ckin'
Gucci slides, all this in my
(Yeah!)
I just hit yo main bitch
Man, I had to slide! (It's lit!)
I just hit a lick on that boy
And he cried! (Straight-up!)
All my niggas with the shits
And y'all gon' f*ckin' die! (Yeah, yeah!)
They say, "Play that Breezy baby!"
We on Tidal, join the tide (Skrt!)
Runnin' with the .40, I got loud in the trunk (Yeah, yeah!)
Runnin' like I'm Tony, baby we got all the skunk (Alright!)
Yeah, we played that Breezy baby
Now she wanna f*ck (It's lit!)
In my Gucci Slides, all this in my muh-f*ckin' Gucci Slides! (Yeah!)
Hit yo main bitch, and I had to f*ckin' slide! (Yeah)
Hit yo main bitch on the muh-f*ckin' fly!
Hit yo bitch, I'm so sneaky baby, I'm so sly, I'm so sly!
Get ya own money then talk shit to me
Get ya own money then talk shit to me
Get ya own money then talk shit to me
Yeah, you gettin hit with the .40!
Gucci slides, all this in my muh-f*ckin'
Gucci slides, all this in my muh-f*ckin'
Gucci slides, all this in my muh-f*ckin'
Gucci slides, all this in my muh-f*ckin'
Writer: Elisha Crandall, JohnRoss Murphree
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid