Slid.in by Smxke Lyrics
If a nigga snitch
Then you know that we sliding
Bustin all my clips in your skull
Now ya dying
Pullin out my tool
Shoot em if he got a problem
Poppin all these perc 30s
Now they got me noddin
Stacking all this guala
Know that im never stoppin
Finna rob a nigga
Know that im steady plottin
Blasting out your brains
Know the image is so shocking
When your momma see it
Yeah her ass will be sobbing
Posted in the trap house and
I'm about to tell you something
About a little niggas story
Know his name, he go by Pumpkin
So he grew up in the projects
Daddy left him as a kid
He on his own to get them checks
Had to resort to hittin licks
Steady walking down the street
Slang some coke up on the block
If them niggas got some beef
Know somebody getting shot
If a nigga is a chief
Best not snitch when he get caught
Take a bitch down to my crib
Have her suck up on my cock
When im done, kick her out
Get the fuck, out my house
Not giving, her my clout
Find a new bitch ,like a scout
Shit ill pass
And find a route to the stacks that i need
Livin life, isnt free
Gotta work is the key
Call me "Pistol Whippa Hoe Stopper"
Never gonna wife a thot
Her pussy smells like albatross
No she do not deserve this cock
Im fuckin once, then dippin out
My dick will leave her saying ouch
We did some doggy on the couch
Her pussy tight fit like a pouch
Got the coochie drippin wet
Then i dive in it
Soaking on the bed
In her guts, im swimmin in it
Bitches wanna fuck for the free
Shit i guess ill hit
Suckin on her titties, super soft
Then i rub the clit
Get down on her knees, her bra off
And she suck my dick
Fifty four more bodies, cross it off
Am i with the shit?
Little itty titties on my bed
Dripped all in the fit
Gotta put in time, stack the dough
Know ill never quit
Hit a lick then split
Then you know that we sliding
Bustin all my clips in your skull
Now ya dying
Pullin out my tool
Shoot em if he got a problem
Poppin all these perc 30s
Now they got me noddin
Stacking all this guala
Know that im never stoppin
Finna rob a nigga
Know that im steady plottin
Blasting out your brains
Know the image is so shocking
When your momma see it
Yeah her ass will be sobbing
Posted in the trap house and
I'm about to tell you something
About a little niggas story
Know his name, he go by Pumpkin
So he grew up in the projects
Daddy left him as a kid
He on his own to get them checks
Had to resort to hittin licks
Steady walking down the street
Slang some coke up on the block
If them niggas got some beef
Know somebody getting shot
If a nigga is a chief
Best not snitch when he get caught
Take a bitch down to my crib
Have her suck up on my cock
When im done, kick her out
Get the fuck, out my house
Not giving, her my clout
Find a new bitch ,like a scout
Shit ill pass
And find a route to the stacks that i need
Livin life, isnt free
Gotta work is the key
Call me "Pistol Whippa Hoe Stopper"
Never gonna wife a thot
Her pussy smells like albatross
No she do not deserve this cock
Im fuckin once, then dippin out
My dick will leave her saying ouch
We did some doggy on the couch
Her pussy tight fit like a pouch
Got the coochie drippin wet
Then i dive in it
Soaking on the bed
In her guts, im swimmin in it
Bitches wanna fuck for the free
Shit i guess ill hit
Suckin on her titties, super soft
Then i rub the clit
Get down on her knees, her bra off
And she suck my dick
Fifty four more bodies, cross it off
Am i with the shit?
Little itty titties on my bed
Dripped all in the fit
Gotta put in time, stack the dough
Know ill never quit
Hit a lick then split