Sliding through, sliding through
Big stick on my waist, f*ck is you
Puffing on this gas, going mute
Pass some keys for that coupe, going zoom
Big Rick Owen on my jeans, these ain't True
I think this hoe playing, think it's true
That bitch ate me up, like some soup
Saint Laurent on my body, ain't no suit
Bitch, big stick on my body, man, this shit part of my suit
Number nine jean flee, plus they fat blue
Bitch trying to f*ck on me, way too up, can't see you
Blinded by these racks, f*ck nigga, can't see you
I went Rodeo bitch, I don't shop no mall bitch
Ain't shit back, flood, flood, flood, bitch
Go, go, yeah, she cum quick
Go, go, I'm a walking lick
Brand new nine in the rain, that's the Tec
Unlimited guns, unlimited bullets
Bullets hot like sun, I won't go up yet
I've been smoking strong, like I'm in Auschwitz
I've been smoking strong, I was born to flex
I just f*cked your thot, then I passed that, next
YSL I'm rocking on top of Teen X
On that Saint Laurent, on that slatt business
With my slime, sliding through
Sliding through, sliding through
With my slime, sliding through
Sliding through, sliding through