Mm
Ayy
Real good girl, but a freak inside
Wanna give it all up to me (yeah)
Say we movin' fast, let me light you a dro
Baby, I'ma roll up the weed, yeah
Yeah, you might play, I won't let you slide
Might get him gone in a week, yeah
Bang him in the head, give it extra five
Leave a nigga dead in the street
And how much you paid for that shit, you drive?
Six birds not fifty AP (mm)
Get cold, but they be looking for the licks outside
I'm a killer, they ain't worried about me, ooh
Now you startin' to sound like the feds
Pussy ass nigga how you know what I need?
I got way too many dead, I see death keep callin' on me
Yeah, yeah
I can see death, it be callin' (callin', babe)
Twenty-three in the clip like I'm Jordan (Jordan)
Other six with the bodies, I'm sorry
I don't f*ck with new niggas, don't call me
I got veterans shooters with aim
Head off his body, hold up his chains
I know bitches who trap in the rain
Harder than niggas and lit up they thing (ooh)
Hit the pot in the kitchen, ooh
Cookin' the crack, trappin' for real (yeah)
Ain't no catchin' me slippin', ooh
I keep a strap, I'm bussin' for real (yeah)
How you need all this money? Ooh
Breakin' it down, I'm hustlin' for real (ooh)
And they know where I'm from
I'm from the (?), My dogs still in the field (yeah)
Real good girl, but a freak inside
Wanna give it all up to me (yeah)
Say we movin' fast, might let you drive
Baby, I'ma roll up the weed, yeah
Yeah, you might play, I won't let you slide
Might get him gone in a week, yeah
Bang him in the head, give it extra five
Leave a nigga dead in the street
And how much you paid for that shit, you drive?
Six birds not fifty AP (mm)
Get cold, but they be looking for the licks outside
I'm a killer, they ain't worried about me, ooh
Now you startin' to sound like the feds
Pussy ass nigga how you know what I need?
I got way too many dead, I see death keep callin' on me
Yeah, yeah
Keep a extra gun, won't let slide, death keep callin' on me
Keep an F&N, straight clips on me, with the Draco
Pussy ass nigga won't catch me slippin', ooh, won't catch me on E
Yeah, roll my weed
Bands, you know what I need
Mm-hmm
Mm-mm, hmm
Send a freaky girl on me
And I might let you slide, rollin' the weed
Yeah, baby
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Performed By: Fetty Wap
Language: English
Length: 2:38
Written by: Cesar Arias, Edward Timmons, Willie Maxwell II
Fetty Wap - Slide Lyrics
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Mm
Ayy
Real good girl, but a freak inside
Wanna give it all up to me (yeah)
Say we movin' fast, let me light you a dro
Baby, I'ma roll up the weed, yeah
Yeah, you might play, I won't let you slide
Might get him gone in a week, yeah
Bang him in the head, give it extra five
Leave a nigga dead in the street
And how much you paid for that shit, you drive?
Six birds not fifty AP (mm)
Get cold, but they be looking for the licks outside
I'm a killer, they ain't worried about me, ooh
Now you startin' to sound like the feds
Pussy ass nigga how you know what I need?
I got way too many dead, I see death keep callin' on me
Yeah, yeah
I can see death, it be callin' (callin', babe)
Twenty-three in the clip like I'm Jordan (Jordan)
Other six with the bodies, I'm sorry
I don't f*ck with new niggas, don't call me
I got veterans shooters with aim
Head off his body, hold up his chains
I know bitches who trap in the rain
Harder than niggas and lit up they thing (ooh)
Hit the pot in the kitchen, ooh
Cookin' the crack, trappin' for real (yeah)
Ain't no catchin' me slippin', ooh
I keep a strap, I'm bussin' for real (yeah)
How you need all this money? Ooh
Breakin' it down, I'm hustlin' for real (ooh)
And they know where I'm from
I'm from the (?), My dogs still in the field (yeah)
Real good girl, but a freak inside
Wanna give it all up to me (yeah)
Say we movin' fast, might let you drive
Baby, I'ma roll up the weed, yeah
Yeah, you might play, I won't let you slide
Might get him gone in a week, yeah
Bang him in the head, give it extra five
Leave a nigga dead in the street
And how much you paid for that shit, you drive?
Six birds not fifty AP (mm)
Get cold, but they be looking for the licks outside
I'm a killer, they ain't worried about me, ooh
Now you startin' to sound like the feds
Pussy ass nigga how you know what I need?
I got way too many dead, I see death keep callin' on me
Yeah, yeah
Keep a extra gun, won't let slide, death keep callin' on me
Keep an F&N, straight clips on me, with the Draco
Pussy ass nigga won't catch me slippin', ooh, won't catch me on E
Yeah, roll my weed
Bands, you know what I need
Mm-hmm
Mm-mm, hmm
Send a freaky girl on me
And I might let you slide, rollin' the weed
Yeah, baby
Ayy
Real good girl, but a freak inside
Wanna give it all up to me (yeah)
Say we movin' fast, let me light you a dro
Baby, I'ma roll up the weed, yeah
Yeah, you might play, I won't let you slide
Might get him gone in a week, yeah
Bang him in the head, give it extra five
Leave a nigga dead in the street
And how much you paid for that shit, you drive?
Six birds not fifty AP (mm)
Get cold, but they be looking for the licks outside
I'm a killer, they ain't worried about me, ooh
Now you startin' to sound like the feds
Pussy ass nigga how you know what I need?
I got way too many dead, I see death keep callin' on me
Yeah, yeah
I can see death, it be callin' (callin', babe)
Twenty-three in the clip like I'm Jordan (Jordan)
Other six with the bodies, I'm sorry
I don't f*ck with new niggas, don't call me
I got veterans shooters with aim
Head off his body, hold up his chains
I know bitches who trap in the rain
Harder than niggas and lit up they thing (ooh)
Hit the pot in the kitchen, ooh
Cookin' the crack, trappin' for real (yeah)
Ain't no catchin' me slippin', ooh
I keep a strap, I'm bussin' for real (yeah)
How you need all this money? Ooh
Breakin' it down, I'm hustlin' for real (ooh)
And they know where I'm from
I'm from the (?), My dogs still in the field (yeah)
Real good girl, but a freak inside
Wanna give it all up to me (yeah)
Say we movin' fast, might let you drive
Baby, I'ma roll up the weed, yeah
Yeah, you might play, I won't let you slide
Might get him gone in a week, yeah
Bang him in the head, give it extra five
Leave a nigga dead in the street
And how much you paid for that shit, you drive?
Six birds not fifty AP (mm)
Get cold, but they be looking for the licks outside
I'm a killer, they ain't worried about me, ooh
Now you startin' to sound like the feds
Pussy ass nigga how you know what I need?
I got way too many dead, I see death keep callin' on me
Yeah, yeah
Keep a extra gun, won't let slide, death keep callin' on me
Keep an F&N, straight clips on me, with the Draco
Pussy ass nigga won't catch me slippin', ooh, won't catch me on E
Yeah, roll my weed
Bands, you know what I need
Mm-hmm
Mm-mm, hmm
Send a freaky girl on me
And I might let you slide, rollin' the weed
Yeah, baby
Writer: Cesar Arias, Edward Timmons, Willie Maxwell II
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC