Slip In + Slide

[Intro]
(Montage)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Talk to these niggas
(Chris Rose gon' be the reason we gon' blow)

[Chorus]
Swim in that pussy, know she in for a ride, yeah
I never fold but I still slip and slide
She just in lust, I see it in her eyes (Yeah)
She found me once then she won't get my time (Ayy)

[Verse 1]
Need my respect and I tell 'em give me mine (Give me mine)
You ain't finna find another nigga who could live this life
I lost it all once, but I'm different, I [?] get it twice
Tried to front on me but the nigga, he couldn't fit my size
This shit offensive, look at you different, I see the [?]
[?] to me'll get you in that backroom, you couldn't sit inside
So [?] get you suspended, or else penalized
You tryna cut then speak with vindiction and go and get your slide
These niggas actin' suspicious but won't admit it
Why I seen you gift but I don't fuck with you?
I get your tissue now
Niggas hit my line like we beefin', I don't remember how
You ain't from the where but I see you twisting your fingers now
This shit is foul and you a cold bitch
Born in the mid-90s, been grindin' since 'bout '06
Raise the temperature on you niggas, I swear I'm so tempted
'Cause you ain't 'bout your business but you always got your nose in it
'Cause you ain't 'bout your business but you always got your nose in it (Ayy, nigga)

[Chorus]
Swim in that pussy, know she in for a ride, yeah
I never fold but I still slip and slide
She just in lust, I see it in her eyes (Yeah)
She found me once then she won't get my time (Ayy)

[Verse 2]
I lost it all twice but I'm different, I got it three times
Why you in my business? You need to get onto [?]
Eleven years payin' the rent, crib by the seaside
I'm shinin' like the sun god, this ain't a sight for weak eyes
You can them back the advance, but I'm finna keep mine
I hit for thirty-thousand and blew it on coppin' three rides
Somebody always doin' me filthy but it'll be fine
Pourin' up the weed, lean frequently like it's cheap wine
Address me as "Your Highness" 'cause you don't know me like T.I
Why you so quick to speak on?
Magic, flick of the wrist and then, poof, and a nigga be gone
Keep me somethin' to chief on, kill whatever I breathe on
Finna go do the show run, promise you I won't be long
Niggas think they the greatest, we skip they shit to the B-side
What you ever be claimin'? I seen you throw up a few signs
Money comin' a few times (Yeah), stack it up like a Moon Pie (Yeah)
Stack it up to the moon, high, high as the fuckin' moon ride
I don't fuck with these new guys, niggas trippin', my shoe tied
Who really down and who ride? Tell me how often you slide
Half of his fucking crew died, honestly, nigga, you lied
All you burnt was a new bridge, all you cut was a few ties

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah