slide

[Intro: KD!]
(Hol' up, lemme play this real quick)

[Chorus: KD!]
Talk down on gang and this shit gon' get tragic
I pull up with sticks and that shit automatic
He said he want smoke and we let that boy have it
I'm rolling on gas, this shit like a habit
The money be coming, it never subtracting
I'm rolling again, I felt like an addict
Play with that fire, you getting that static
Got diamonds, they dancing, that's all on the Patek

[Bridge: KD!]
Pull up with that fire
I been sipping red
Shoot that shit, gon' die
Lead up in your head
Got them sticks outside
It gon' leave them on the side still
And my twin, he slide
'Cause he know he keep that mop still

[Verse 1: prettifun]
Huh, we get too high
Too stuck off the za
I can't even move right
She said she don't give away
Turn this shit to pool night
Bitch lying on me
Now this shit on sight
Bad bitch, tryna pass the cup
I don't wanna drank night
Drake and shit, OVO
I kiss hoes on stage night
Focus on that payday
I got bread all on my eyes
Baby, she can slay today
Buh-buh-buh, I make her wait

[Chorus: KD!]
Talk down on gang and this shit gon' get tragic
I pull up with sticks and that shit automatic
He said he want smoke and we let that boy have it
I'm rolling on gas, this shit like a habit
The money be coming, it never subtracting
I'm rolling again, I felt like an addict
Play with that fire, you getting that static
Got diamonds, they dancing, that's all on the Patek

[Bridge: KD!]
Pull up with that fire
I been sipping red
Shoot that shit, gon' die
Lead up in your head
Got them sticks outside
It gon' leave them on the side still
And my twin, he slide
'Cause he know he keep that mop still

[Verse 2: luvrello]
Yeah, hop outside that trap
I spray this shit like new Febreeze, yeah
Freak lil' hoes off X
She exactly what I need, yeah
Kill her, pop that X
Smoke that dope, then brush my teeth
Yeah, my kutta pop that hood
But you can't take me out them streets
Yeah, goddamn
My partner selling blicks
I damn near live outside
Always somewhere in that mix
I swear I almost died
Now I'm right back on that shit
Push up, I take my flicks
New Patek for my bitch, my opps, they ain't on shit

[Chorus: KD!]
Talk down on gang and this shit gon' get tragic
I pull up with sticks and that shit automatic
He said he want smoke and we let that boy have it
I'm rolling on gas, this shit like a habit
The money be coming, it never subtracting
I'm rolling again, I felt like an addict
Play with that fire, you getting that static
Got diamonds, they dancing, that's all on the Patek

[Outro: KD!]
Pull up with that fire
I been sipping red
Shoot that shit, gon' die
Lead up in your head
Got them sticks outside
It gon' leave them on the side still
And my twin, he slide
'Cause he know he keep that mop still