FBG Duck - Slide (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: FBG Duck] Ay Ewell, I don't want no autotune Yeah you know lately f** all that sh** We been on a whole 'lot of gang sh** you know, never lane switch That's how I'm comin' Gang gang since potty train, all that sh** Oh this how you comin' too? Naw for real [Chorus: FBG Duck] This a real n***a party, you cannot get in (in) Bussin' out the mid (mid), foenem off the Xans (Xans) I can't shake your hand (hand), no, I'm not your friend (friend) I don't f** with rappers (nah), no I'm not a fan (fan), damn (damn) n***as really shoot, no accident (for real) I can't make this sh** up, I cannot pretend, damn And I heard you know who shot ya mans (for real?) You ain't tryna slide so don't be actin' like you is (p**y) 'Cause if you gon' slide, p**y n***a then slide then (yeah) Let me see some f**in' shots fired then (rrah, rrah, rrah) Make me shoot that crib up you hidin' in Don't wanna hear them loud sounds, then be quiet then [Verse 1: FBG Duck] You don't wanna hear that frrtp then shhh 'Fore I sneak up on you with that pew pew pew (ugh) Ridin' with that wish-a-n***a-would (uh) This right here'll turn a n***a name to a hood Bumped into a b**h I knew in high school Look, been tried to f** you, b**h, you past due Remember you was dissin' in the cla**room Now you tryna top me in the bathroom You wasn't out here with the gang b**h you lyin' You wasn't duckin from the 12 totin' the iron I can't trust you b**h if you not one of mine We don't need no new n***as, yeah, b**h we fine [Chorus: FBG Duck] This a real n***a party, you cannot get in (in) Bussin' out the mid (mid), foenem off the Xans (Xans) I can't shake your hand (hand), no, I'm not your friend (friend) I don't f** with rappers (nah), no I'm not a fan (fan), damn n***as really shoot, no accident (for real) I can't make this sh** up, I cannot pretend, damn And I heard you know who shot ya mans (for real?) You ain't tryna slide so don't be actin' like you is (p**y) 'Cause if you gon' slide, p**y n***a then slide then (yeah) Let me see some f**in' shots fired then (rrah, rrah, rrah) Ayy, let me tell y'all a little somethin' Make me shoot that crib up you hidin' in I'ma talk my sh** Don't wanna hear them loud sounds, then be quiet then [Verse 2: 21 Savage] Let me see you slide (straight up) Sixth grade, on my kids, I had a deuce fire (on god) Slaughter Gang, rep that dagger, don't get crucified (on god) Glock 33 with the 30 hangin' out, I swear my trigger finger itchin' After the candle light, we pushin' up, shoot the funeral up You think cause you went and tatted your face, that sh** make you tough? Saiga-12 and I fill it with slugs, thotty got hit with a bust This b**h trippin' tryna face time, I'm tryna catch me a nut Roll the window down, stick the choppers out f** a diss song, n***a let's shoot it out Lace my boots up, put the coupes up Grab a hotbox, time to shoot stuff Savage from the 6 where they tote a lot of big sh** Savage pop a lot of sh**, like that n***a foreign clip Hit his car so many times, that Draco made a sunroof f** a fistfight I'ma show you what these guns do (21, 21) The streets raised me, I'm a ba*tard (straight up) All these bodies wanna hire me a pastor (yeah-yeah) Mossberg, hit his chest and gave that n***a astma (21) Middle school to high school, I was stealin' plasmas [Chorus: FBG Duck] This a real n***a party, you cannot get in (in) Bussin' out the mid (mid), foenem off the Xans (Xans) I can't shake your hand (hand), no, I'm not your friend (friend) I don't f** with rappers (nah), no I'm not a fan (fan), damn n***as really shoot, no accident (for real) I can't make this sh** up, I cannot pretend, damn And I heard you know who shot ya mans (for real?) You ain't tryna slide so don't be actin' like you is (p**y) 'Cause if you gon' slide, p**y n***a then slide then (yeah) Let me see some f**in' shots fired then (rrah, rrah, rrah) Make me shoot that crib up you hidin' in Don't wanna hear them loud sounds, then be quiet then (loud)