Slide - Yella Beezy

Shun On The Beat

Hey

Can’t nothin' slide, on my sides

Closed eyes, four-fives

Glock nines, roll 'em down

If you try, you will die

Suicide, you will lie

Two shots through his mind

Through him down, don’t fool around

Blew him down, you will die

Can’t nothin' slide no more (More)

Can’t nothin' slide no more (No)

Can’t let nothin' slide no more (More)

Can’t let nothin' slide no more

Can’t nothin' slide no more (No)

Can’t nothin' slide no more (More)

Can’t let nothin' slide no more (No)

Can’t let nothin' slide no more (Hey)

You can’t hide, I’m too wired

Come outside, yeah I’m live

I’m too live, got that iron

If you try, you will die

You won’t fly, no goodbyes

You too quiet, oh you quiet

Grab that iron, cut 'em down

Gun 'em down a few times

You know I’m serious with it

Flag his ass for the interference

Tag his ass with the mini-Semi

I don’t leave no witness, I’m a man of business

Pants sag, I got plenty twenties

Black mag with the kickin' Smith 'n

Fast cash got my fingers itchin'

Bitch get to trippin', no we can’t kick it, hey

I got some stone cold killers

If you ain’t with it, need to go home, nigga

I promise I’ma shine when the show’s on, nigga

That nina will fuck you with your clothes on, nigga

Down for the ride, better hold on, nigga

Big wax bullets explode on niggas

I swear I’m your pusher, my dough roll, nigga

Big old FN, remote control these niggas

Can’t nothin' slide, on my sides

Closed eyes, four-fives

Glock nines, roll 'em down

If you try, you will die

Suicide, you will lie

Two shots through his mind

Through him down, don’t fool around

Blew him down, you will die

Can’t nothin' slide no more (More)

Can’t nothin' slide no more (No)

Can’t let nothin' slide no more (More)

Can’t let nothin' slide no more

Can’t nothin' slide no more (No)

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Can’t let nothin' slide no more (No)

Can’t let nothin' slide no more (Hey)

I’m with whatever whatever

You know I’m with what whatever you’re with

You niggas be messy, y’all talk like a bitch

I’ma start knock out some spit when you talk when you shouldn’t

Crip nigga lay down the law in this bitch

How you real, and I see the flaw in you, bitch?

All you niggas do is talk when it’s business

I swear I cut up, cut up, and get raw in this bitch (Ooh, yeah)

Flexin', that’s too pressure

Yeah I fuck a lot of hoes, they call me Yella Hugh Hefner

Knew better, you would do better

Tell your lil' shotta he probably need to shot better

All my killers too clever

Young nigga ridin', gettin' money in a new Tesla

Nigga strapped up with two Deserts

Them last year vibes, I swear I’m on a new level

I swear I got all my guns

Kill all these niggas, put that on my son

Young nigga come with a ton of bombs

I’m bombin' up, free my nigga Young

Tell me where you’re goin' to run?

Hit you with the Ricky, yeah, go’n and run

Get-gettin' sticky, yeah we down for fun

Got a baby chopper with a hundred drum

Can’t nothin' slide, on my sides

Closed eyes, four-fives

Glock nines, roll 'em down

If you try, you will die

Suicide, you will lie

Two shots through his mind

Through him down, don’t fool around

Blew him down, you will die

Can’t nothin' slide no more (More)

Can’t nothin' slide no more (No)

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Can’t let nothin' slide no more

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