Slidin

[Pre-Chorus: ScHoolboy Q] No, you don't be slidin' My nigga, you lyin' You know you ain't ridin', hah (Hah) No, you don't be slidin' My nigga, you lyin' You know you be hidin', hah, bitch [Chorus: Traffic] When it's on then it's on, man that shit got real I was on my last song, man that shit got real Life feeling hella lonely, man that shit got real Keep a hoe in my phone, man that shit got real Mama kicked me out the house, man that shit got real Now I’m living at my granny house, that shit got real Gotta keep a .9 piece, man that shit got real You can die in my street, man that shit got real [Verse 1: Traffic] I do this for the riders I do this for my pops, dead and gone, and my locs, on my mama And my mama, and my kids On Fig', I be doing my shit If I ain't selling dope then I'm selling your bitch My ambitions as a rider on my 2Pac shit All blue everything so you know I'm a Crip All blue everything, you can tell I'm a Crip Keep the .9 on my hip just in case a nigga trip Man that shit get real, I suggest you keep it still Keep it real with your peeps If not, you gon' die in the streets My house the gang house if there's beef We about fifty deep, I'm D. Wade with the heat No wonder you ain't coming outside Every single hollow gon' fly [Pre-Chorus: ScHoolboy Q] No, you don't be slidin' My nigga, you lyin' You know you ain't ridin', hah (Hah) No, you don't be slidin' My nigga, you lyin' You know you be hidin', hah, bitch [Chorus: Traffic] When it's on then it's on, man that shit got real I was on my last song, man that shit got real Life feeling hella lonely, man that shit got real Keep a hoe in my phone, man that shit got real Mama kicked me out the house, man that shit got real Now I’m living at my granny house, that shit got real Gotta keep a .9 piece, man that shit got real You can die in my street, man that shit got real [Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q] On the gang, you ain't ever seen a loc this real We don't flash guns, we poppin' when shit get real Niggas shootin' at my granny house 'cause shit got real It's all good, I heard yesterday them boys got killed When I was six, never thought my life would be like this I miss backflips and chili on my Frito chips Got a dollar in my pocket with the same old dreams Of getting rich, I'll grab the 9, loc, and do my thing Niggas talking that talk but never caught that fade Be a felon, might get life if I don’t beat this case Keep a mask and two gloves when I'm around your wave I just might be in your hood if you don’t buy my tape Niggas stay in my pockets like they built this shit Don’t even know my last name, tryna lead my ship Tryna play me like a chump, I bet your ass get popped Ghetto bird stay on the block 'cause this shit stay hot, what? [Pre-Chorus: ScHoolboy Q] No, you don't be slidin' My nigga, you lyin' You know you ain't ridin', hah (Hah) No, you don't be slidin' My nigga, you lyin' You know you be hidin', hah, bitch [Chorus: Traffic] When it's on then it's on, man that shit got real I was on my last song, man that shit got real Life feeling hella lonely, man that shit got real Keep a hoe in my phone, man that shit got real Mama kicked me out the house, man that shit got real Now I’m living at my granny house, that shit got real Gotta keep a .9 piece, man that shit got real You can die in my street, man that shit got real [Verse 3: T.F] I be posted on the killer, when shit get real Ask about me on a mission, bitch, I bounce out wheels I was stalking in the fields when shit got real That’s when a nigga went down, couldn't post no bail Nothing realer than that, yeah that shit got real So you can't talk how I talk, you can't live where I live It is what it is, yeah this shit get real Keep it a hundred or nothing, that's a hell of a deal Uh, I'ma ride 'til the wheels fall off These niggas only ridin' 'til the peels run out Watch how many hollows when them shells come out But when that steel come out, that's when the real come out All the tough guys dip when the bitch come out 'Cause when this shit gets real, that's when them sticks come out Everything skanless like a lick in the drought Yeah this nigga my plug, but this what I'm about It's real [Pre-Chorus: ScHoolboy Q] No, you don't be slidin' My nigga, you lyin' You know you ain't ridin', hah (Hah) No, you don't be slidin' My nigga, you lyin' You know you be hidin', hah, bitch [Chorus: Traffic] When it's on then it's on, man that shit got real I was on my last song, man that shit got real Life feeling hella lonely, man that shit got real Keep a hoe in my phone, man that shit got real Mama kicked me out the house, man that shit got real Now I’m living at my granny house, that shit got real Gotta keep a .9 piece, man that shit got real You can die in my street, man that shit got real