Lyrics Xanman – Slide Music 2

Xanman:
Ain’t no shooter ’cause you takin’ drugs to do it with
I ain’t flexin’ with no stick, I’m pullin’ moves with
Slide music, slide the doors on the Honda Accord

Nigga livin’ with his father, huh
Kick door like I’m ’bout to slide at you, huh

You ain’t no action, you ain’t with it, nigga, we spin on the block, fidget spinner
We gon’ wait ’til one of his niggas with’ him, got a lot of 556s in ’em (Pew, pew)
We gon’ get them niggas (I ain’t know), catch them at the table, Christmas dinner
All these niggas do is lie, why you cappin’ over instrumentals?

That nigga dead, I guess it’s sentimental
These niggas actin’ just like Ryan Reynolds
I’m searchin’ for him, had to find a pistol
That nigga ain’t killin’, he ain’t slidin’ with’ you
Wanna know what you got that stick for
Off a bar, nigga, what you sick for?
Jack move but we called it a kick door
Don’t talk, what you movin’ your lips for?
Big chop gonna aim at his mid core
Hop out the UU with the fifth on me
Walk in the hood, nigga, I’m a big homie
Xan, why you movin’ like that? I got the stick on me
Called her a dog, she wanna lick on me
I’m posted up with Ahk, Sir TrapAlot
Nigga, I know your man hot ’cause he ask a lot
When the addy wearin’ off, I might spaz a lot
You know that nigga not shootin’, he just rap a lot, yeah

Ain’t no shooter ’cause you takin’ drugs to do it with
I ain’t flexin’ with no stick, I’m pullin’ moves with

You ain’t no action, you ain’t with it, nigga, we spin on the block, fidget spinner
We gon’ wait ’til one of his niggas with’ him, got a lot of 556s in ’em (Pew, pew)
We gon get them niggas (I ain’t know), catch them at the table, Christmas dinner
All these niggas do is lie, why you cappin’ over instrumentals?

Lil Yachty:
Look (Boat)
Talkin’ down, we gon’ crash like two band cymbals (Beep)
Got them boys outside his house late night like Jimmy Kimmel (Beep)
Slide music, slide the doors on a nigga Ford
You a big gangster, why you pull up with your brother for?
Ha, oh, he pulled up with his brother, huh?
Like his brother finna stop the shells from rangin’
Baby Draco get to singin’, I’ma sound like Soulja
When I get to tellin’ her I hop out, automatics get to clappin’
Slap the clip in, one look at your bitch and she want the dickin’
APs, but this shit ain’t tickin’, all of the clubs, I brought the stick in
Fuckin’ on doctors, fuckin’ on vixens, remember my watch used to be a Nixon
Back when my brother was bringin’ them bricks in, top tier, niggas hittin’ them licks in
Bust in the mall, swipin’ them chips, nowadays, pullin’ up in the dragon
Magic carpet, nigga feel like Aladdin, whip, inside seats was satin
Feel good on my ass, I’m saggin’, callin’ them plays, feel like I’m Madden
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Xanman:
Ain’t no shooter ’cause you takin’ drugs to do it with
I ain’t flexin’ with no stick, I’m pullin’ moves with
Slide music, slide the doors on the Honda Accord
You a big trapper, what you livin’ with your father for?

You ain’t no action, you ain’t with it, nigga, we spin on the block, fidget spinner
We gon’ wait ’til one of his niggas with’ him, got a lot of 556s in ’em (Pew, pew)
We gon get them niggas (I ain’t know), catch them at the table, Christmas dinner
All these niggas do is lie, why you cappin’ over instrumentals?