Slide Til It’s Silent

[Intro: YB Nemy]
(Ayy VYBE, turn me the fuck up)
(TKO you cookin’ that pressure!)
YB, bitch
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: YB Nemy]
Ridin’ wit demons, I talk to the dead
Pop me a X, got smoke in my head
Ran outta luck, they gon’ leave you on read
My opps broke, they talk to the feds
Slid through Parkview, left his dumbass red
Chop got a beam, put the dot on his dreads
Bitch talk slick, I’m slappin’ her friend
One false move, now we back on offense
Bro in the trap, got six new switches
I be with real ones, not these snitches
I done fucked up and hit me a sister
Heard she a opp, now bro gon’ flip her
Never been sweet, my blick got venom
Backdoor moves, man, who really wit ’em?
Talk too much, we don’t do that ventin’
Only got aim when a fuckboy slippin’
Stay in the ‘View where it’s hot like a sauna
Still keep steel like I work at O’Reilly’s
Heard they was dissin’, slid in pajamas
Ain’t no breaks when we do that sliding
This ain’t for clout, I don’t do no typin’
Ran outta smoke? Nah, bitch, we lightin’
Tried to play tough, now his momma cryin’
Glocks stay singin’, no need for sirens
I can’t cry, my heart been dried
I just up, reload, and fire
Trust no soul, got pain in piles
Still yell "fuck 'em," I said that with style

[Chorus: YB Nemy]
Ayy, you can't duck when we slide (nah)
You can't duck when we slide (boom boom)
You can't run, you can't hide (bitch)
It’s one way out — that’s die (grrah grrah)
You can't duck when we slide
You can't duck when we slide
Too many shots, don’t try
You can't duck when we— slide

[Verse 2: YB Nemy]
Hit his whip, made that shit swerve off
Left his lil’ hoe lookin’ like a burnout
Caught him at Kroger, got his ass aired out
Dumb nigga thought he was safe at his girl house
I ain’t got mercy, I aim at toddlers
Bitch, I’m cursed, I don't fear no karma
Still tote sticks when I'm out in pajamas
He tried to flex, now he missin' his partner
Fuck all the blogs, they cappin’ for clicks
Internet beef, that’ll get you zipped
Big-ass K with a government chip
One eye open when I bust my clip
Can’t play street if you born a bitch
Seen bro flip 'cause he faced that bid
I ain’t your twin, don’t call me "kid"
I'm the type to spin if I break that fridge
She wanna link but I heard she a op
Freaky lil' bitch, let me fuck with the Glock
He got caught tryna show off his watch
Now he laid out in a Walgreens lot
Used to be broke, now it’s Runtz and Wok
Used to ride bikes, now we spinnin' in drops
Don’t give a fuck if he with his pops
If I see him, he gettin' got

[Chorus: YB Nemy]
You can't duck when we slide (nah)
You can't duck when we slide (bitch)
You can't run, you can't hide (grrah)
Catch that boy, say goodbye (boom)
You can't duck when we slide
You can't duck when we slide
Too many shots, don’t try
You can't duck when we— slide

[Outro: YB Nemy]
This Southview shit ain’t for play
Bitch, we slide broad day
All that woofin’ get you sprayed
Rest in piss, that’s what we say
YB!