Slide ft. Osiris The Highes Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Slide

Slide

That city we slide

Okay

OSiRIS

The HiGHES

I'm in my zone (In my zone)

Yo' bitch in my home (She in my home)

Hair too nappy, can't use a comb

Yeah

Yeah

Slide off the door man the beat gon' drop

Feds on the clock 'cuz the block got hot

No MJ but the beat gon' pop

And you might be the king

But the G.O.A.T. you not

Ridin' 'round town with the work in the back

Stay with the strap got the heat on my lap

Run it like the tap

Watch and the sack

Feel my wrath

Bust thirty two caps

Got the pack through the mail

Work on the scale

First things first get the money for the bail

Stay off the slime on a move like a snail

Then she gave me head then I smashed that tail

Don't play no games

Don't call me Cell

Rollin' in her deep

So I all her Adele

Stay with the shits don't snitch don't tell

When I beat they ass she gon' say they fell

Hop right on the track but it's been like a minute

Fuck a treadmill I been runnin' up digits

Phone stay chirpin' sound like crickets

Once I start best believe I finish

Up real early

Top flight security

Talk that shit but I know they scurred of me

Runnin' this game but I work like barely

Stayin' on my pimp and y'all just fairies

Back where I belong

Behind the microphone

Best believe that winn is home

Now pack a bowl up in the bong

Moving real slow,

Like an old man pull my dentures out

Cuz I'm walking through the chop shop

Or the dojo bitch better watch your mouth

Mobbin' up is the wrong idea, the signals clear as day

Got bitches like Richard Dawson

Got chronic like Dr. Dre

Production is overdone

And the lyrics by winn and Sy

I'll fuck you chick if she's shy

Then I'll bust my seed up in her eye

All my boys are loyal

Like Draco Crabbe and Goyal

In the streets, we got no heat, like aluminum foil

I'm cuttin' up like a Mohel

I let it cook let it boil

Sir Winnie Wìnn bitch

And I'm feeling so royal

I read it on Reddit already I'm ready

You ready forget it regret it

The money I made, I invest I don't spend it

The capital murder the money pretending

At least we

Get the yeast to make the bread

Smart motherfucker, it's time to get some head

No blood relation but I wear a lotta red

I be creamin' for the cheese all up on this spread

YEAH!