[1nonly:]
Who gon’ slide? (Who gon’ slide?)
Who gon’ slack? (Who gon’ slack?)
Bitch, I’m lookin’ for you, keep them bullets packed (Them bullets packed)
I up that fire (Up that fire)
Where ya at? (Where ya at?)
I’m a seven figure playa, chasin’ racks, yeah (Chasin’ racks)
I got the pistol with the grippin’, stick ’em up, it’s time to end his livin’, uh
[?], fillin’ up, my money different
Prob—Probably spent your rent on steak and shrimp and Marni slippers, uh
Money stretch, I flip it, bitch, I’m sick, no penicillin
Yeah, thousand dollar jeans, True Religion, I’m a fiend (Fiend)
Private client livin’, private driver drivin’ me
Puffin’ smoke until I fly, you’d think I’m private flyin’ green
Up in London, Paris Hilton, damn, no can, I’m overseas
Who gon’ slide? (Who gon’ slide?)
Who gon’ slack? (Who gon’ slack?)
Bitch, I’m lookin’ for you, keep them bullets packed (Them bullets packed)
I up that fire (Up that fire)
Where ya at? (Where ya at?)
I’m a seven figure playa, chasin’ racks (Chasin’ racks)
[Shakewell:]
Seven figure trigger, ain’t uppin’ it ’less it’s commas (Haha)
They beyond repair
Bitch, you signed the rampage for them dollars, yeah (Oh no, no)
Let them stare
Got my balaclava, shoot through windows, yeah
Paid off all the judges like Gotti, I got the system sealed (Pop out)
Rolled up in the leg lock (Okay)
This .40 make his head pop (He done)
Big Shakewell on the mission, stack that bread until that shit rock (This shit it rock)
We far from holy one and only only one I’ll slide for
Got plenty I would die for, they’ll send you to the good home (Set)
Where you at? Where you was? Bitch, I be off all them drugs (I’m off them drugs)
Got some homies call me [?], I got some others call me cuz’ (They call me cuz’)
Show me love, know it’s fake, so I’m slidin’ with my Drac’ (This shit is fake)
He don’t wanna meet his maker, that’s okay, I’ll meet his face (Set)
[1nonly:]
Who gon’ slide? (Who gon’ slide?)
Who gon’ slack? (Who gon’ slack?)
Bitch, I’m lookin’ for you, keep them bullets packed (Them bullets packed)
I up that fire (Up that fire)
Where ya at? (Where ya at?)
I’m a seven figure playa, I’m a seven figure playa
Who gon’ slide? (Who gon’ slide?)
Who gon’ slack? (Who gon’ slack?)
Bitch, I’m lookin’ for you, keep them bullets packed (Them bullets packed)
I up that fire (Up that fire)
Where ya at? (Where ya at?)
I’m a seven figure playa, chasin’ racks (Chasin’ racks)
Chasin’ racks
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