​slidethru

[verse 1]
Yuh, pretty ho tried to, tote my grip
Baby i never wanna lie to you, told her the real, (yea)
Yuh, we in the Ice Box get matching chains and the grills
Baby, i'm upping for you, i'm clutching that steal
You know i love for you, my lover
Knew it was real when i met your mother
Been in the field thought i missed the supper
Baby why i gotta suffer?
That bitch too bad gotta get her number
And it still happened now we made it Summer
Punching the chase up you my runner

[verse 2]
Yuh, baby get that cash for me
Fuck around, throw the money bands for me
W-will you shake that ass just for me
Yea, we everlasting till the end
Say he big 8 but that nigga ran
Now we on the beach throw your name on sand
6th grade write your name on my hand
Might throw all the fame for the fam
Life going up feel like a ramp
Balenciaga on my pants
He bad- tryna part up for a xan
Bitch i'm slimy i might run up on your mans
My bitch too grimy and she fuck up on the xan
Good gas i get high like peter pan
Pop taz, yea we roll the meter man

[interlude]
(i said we gon be alright, I said we gon be alright)

[verse 3]
And we got matching chains, shit seem so nice
But for you i up it let it bang, send that nigga up to the light
Better dodge nigga no Durant, got a Glock with a green light
And yo new nigga he a stain, put a nigga up in the sky
40 mad nigga let it rain, ride in yo coupe, nigga ya'll popped
On yo block, nigga we gon flame, shot yo nigga right in the eye
All these niggas do it for the fame, bitch i do it really for the guys
For the guys, (yea,yea)

[outro]
(i said we gon be alright, I said we gon be alright)
I said we gon be alright, got the matching chains on ice, yea