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