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Slide Video (MV)




Performed By: Lil Yachty
Language: English
Length: 2:30
Written by: Deshawn Terry Jackson, Max Rafael, Miles McCollum




Lil Yachty - Slide Lyrics
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Grow up, nigga
Yeah (huh, phew, go, phew, go, phew)

You got a bitch tucked and you said it was cool (phew)
I could tell it was definitely an issue (go)
Back home, we be swingin' with pistols (brrt)
If it's smoke, let me know, it's an issue (phew)
If you're pretty, I might have to kiss you (phew)
If you're ugly, I hit from the binnack (yeah)
I'ma nut on her butt when I'm finished (yeah)
Let the whole world now I'm a menace (yeah)
Sippin' on drank, swingin' a rack (phew)
Stealin' a rack, pullin' a Track'
Yeah, keep it intact, all of my niggas know just how to act (yeah)
These niggas act like they ain't never had bitches, they ain't keepin' it player ('kay)
Beatin' that shit out the square, ain't even playin' it fair (yeah)
Ain't gotta worry, ain't sayin' shit, shit like I wasn't even there (huh)
Hit from the back and I pull out her hair so I bought her some new ones (okay)
Yeah, blick on my hip and it's stuck to the side like I used me a glue gun (hm)
Movin' the racks around, ain't trippin', I give 'em some new ones
Yeah, throw out them twenties and tens, I'm keepin' them pink and them blue ones (yeah)
How he your shooter? On God, he know he ain't shoot none (shoot)
My stepper cannot go to Canada, he is a nuisance
Wait, what's they stats? This ain't facts (damn), them ain't racks at all (damn)
I move around strong-armin' like I'm jackin' off (yeah)
Bitch, f*ck her friend, all these rap niggas is weird
My legs never been in Amiris (Phew), f*ck these rap niggas, I'm serious (Phew)
F*ck 'em (slide), f*ck 'em all

Slidin' in that Roadster (slide), slidin' in that 'Cat (slide)
Slidin' with that nine (slide), slidin' with that TEC (slide)
Slidin' with that ho (Phew), slidin' with that bitch (slide)
Slidin' with my dawg (Uh), slidin' with my stick (slide)
Uh, slide, uh, uh, uh, uh, slide
Uh, uh, uh, uh, slide, uh, uh, uh, uh, slide

Yeah, what's the word? What's the talk? What they really sayin'?
Thousand Superman pills wrapped up in Saran
She been beggin' her, bring friends, f*ck it, let 'em in
Maxin', I don't crap some, slidin' 'round with straps, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I put that shit up on the map, uh
F*ck 'em, yeah, okay
I'm slidin' with my bitch, uh, slidin' with my bitch (with my bitch)
Got four seats but I use two to hold my riches (uh, yeah, my riches)
Way too up, can't remember the last time I washed my dishes (uh, facts)
Play with us, we step on shit, yes, we burn bridges (whoa-whoa, uh-huh, whoa)

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh-huh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh-huh (damn, yeah)
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Grow up, nigga
Yeah (huh, phew, go, phew, go, phew)

You got a bitch tucked and you said it was cool (phew)
I could tell it was definitely an issue (go)
Back home, we be swingin' with pistols (brrt)
If it's smoke, let me know, it's an issue (phew)
If you're pretty, I might have to kiss you (phew)
If you're ugly, I hit from the binnack (yeah)
I'ma nut on her butt when I'm finished (yeah)
Let the whole world now I'm a menace (yeah)
Sippin' on drank, swingin' a rack (phew)
Stealin' a rack, pullin' a Track'
Yeah, keep it intact, all of my niggas know just how to act (yeah)
These niggas act like they ain't never had bitches, they ain't keepin' it player ('kay)
Beatin' that shit out the square, ain't even playin' it fair (yeah)
Ain't gotta worry, ain't sayin' shit, shit like I wasn't even there (huh)
Hit from the back and I pull out her hair so I bought her some new ones (okay)
Yeah, blick on my hip and it's stuck to the side like I used me a glue gun (hm)
Movin' the racks around, ain't trippin', I give 'em some new ones
Yeah, throw out them twenties and tens, I'm keepin' them pink and them blue ones (yeah)
How he your shooter? On God, he know he ain't shoot none (shoot)
My stepper cannot go to Canada, he is a nuisance
Wait, what's they stats? This ain't facts (damn), them ain't racks at all (damn)
I move around strong-armin' like I'm jackin' off (yeah)
Bitch, f*ck her friend, all these rap niggas is weird
My legs never been in Amiris (Phew), f*ck these rap niggas, I'm serious (Phew)
F*ck 'em (slide), f*ck 'em all

Slidin' in that Roadster (slide), slidin' in that 'Cat (slide)
Slidin' with that nine (slide), slidin' with that TEC (slide)
Slidin' with that ho (Phew), slidin' with that bitch (slide)
Slidin' with my dawg (Uh), slidin' with my stick (slide)
Uh, slide, uh, uh, uh, uh, slide
Uh, uh, uh, uh, slide, uh, uh, uh, uh, slide

Yeah, what's the word? What's the talk? What they really sayin'?
Thousand Superman pills wrapped up in Saran
She been beggin' her, bring friends, f*ck it, let 'em in
Maxin', I don't crap some, slidin' 'round with straps, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I put that shit up on the map, uh
F*ck 'em, yeah, okay
I'm slidin' with my bitch, uh, slidin' with my bitch (with my bitch)
Got four seats but I use two to hold my riches (uh, yeah, my riches)
Way too up, can't remember the last time I washed my dishes (uh, facts)
Play with us, we step on shit, yes, we burn bridges (whoa-whoa, uh-huh, whoa)

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh-huh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh-huh (damn, yeah)
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Writer: Deshawn Terry Jackson, Max Rafael, Miles McCollum
Copyright: Lyrics © TuneCore Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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