Duckie Mr Poetry, Bass Santana, VonTrap - Slide Lyrics

All of my niggas who ride
All of my niggas who roll
All of my niggas who slide
All of my niggas who Ride
All of my niggas who Roll
All of my niggas who SLIDE
All of my niggas who GO
All of my niggas who Ride
All of my niggas who Roll
All of my niggas who SLIDE
All of my niggas who GO
All of my niggas who Ride
All of my niggas who Roll
All of my niggas who SLIDE
All of my niggas who GO
All of my niggas who Ride
All of my niggas who Roll
All of my niggas who SLIDE
All of my niggas who GO
Dropped out of school I'm selling dope
Roll it up I'm leaning with the scope
Leave a nigga holy like the pope
All the real niggas getting rope
All the pretty bitches wanna smoke
Begging for a follow or a post
Jungalis the type to go to court
Good pussy and some child support
Bey Duckie why these niggas mad
Ballin with the bitch they wish they had
Fuck the pussy dick up in the cash
Keep the cutlass sitting on the stash
Angelique Sabrina with them tits
Aint gone leave hear alone til i hit
Smoking reefer til my lungs deplete
When I'm deceased through some On that bitch
Wrist looking like some ice with a clock with it
Wrist looking like you pussies always watch niggas
Feet looking like your main trying to kick it
I'd hate me to boy I know how you feeling
Keep it one hundred like jams most of yall niggas like man
All of my niggas right hand all of my niggas stay down
Some of my niggas from port some of my niggas from town
Follow me follow me now make that bitch twerk Then i pass it around
All of my niggas who Ride
All of my niggas who Roll
All of my niggas who SLIDE
All of my niggas who GO
All of my niggas who Ride
All of my niggas who Roll
All of my niggas who SLIDE
All of my niggas who GO
All of my niggas who Ride
All of my niggas who Roll
All of my niggas who SLIDE
All of my niggas who GO
All of my niggas who Ride
All of my niggas who Roll
All of my niggas who SLIDE
All of my niggas who GO
Niggas illiterate pussy like kibble bits This shit ridiculous
Never been frivolous always been killing it Jordan to pippen
The boy with the vision from your subdivison And on with the
Killing we born with the feeling need all of the money
From all of the shillings from all of the dollars and bills in the building
I'm honest to god i done seen plenty killing You roll with a squad
Then they better be killing Just roll up a log it'd better the feeling
My generation got the best of the villains On meditation with von trap
In the Building shout my niggas with roach
Shout out my niggas with dope shout out my niggas with boats
Shout out my nigga with both
Always been ready to roll
Not popular i need the dough
Not stopping us I got the flow
And business we learning for sure
On guiness but earning the gold
You niggas look hungry and cold
But rapping bout money and gold
Gat it was under the stove
Packing up all of the O's
Trappin and momma dont know
We wasn't packing the dough
Headed right back out the door
Go hustle I'm tatted i know
Bass on the track nigga woa
Foreign and letting em know
You boring and negative no
Just poor with the ettiquette ho
Living but heaven was close
I couldv'e get my head blown
But nigga I'm better I grown
Nigga remember the day we was recording on phones
Now people come in the place want me to make em a song
Mothers fuck off of a song
Motherfuck this verse is long
I got some top off a song
Sorry baby that was wrong
Only grabba in the lung
Only answering to one
You bitches had me but im done
We gonna slide up to the funds
All of my niggas who Ride
All of my niggas who Roll
All of my niggas who SLIDE
All of my niggas who GO
All of my niggas who Ride
All of my niggas who Roll
All of my niggas who SLIDE
All of my niggas who GO
All of my niggas who Ride
All of my niggas who Roll
All of my niggas who SLIDE
All of my niggas who GO
All of my niggas who Ride
All of my niggas who Roll
All of my niggas who SLIDE
All of my niggas who GO
I familiar with all of them corners that's how i get cool with coroners
Kalik we dont fuck with coronas through my corner they call me the governor
Don't you mess with my honor your honor they try take my daddy them from me
They murk a nigga I was 15 and now i kill niggas wit 16's
Catch a fade like you catching a jitney yall know who the clique be
RIP my brother sleeping six feet remember when niggas try jick me
We pull up and dust out on bike two to one it was a six speed
She eager to roll up a nigga dope tell that bitch to do it quickly
Tell duckie to bring up the bass tell bass to come frig up the place
Got llamas just nice to meet you now get the fuck out my face
The sauce that I'm dripping is hot i sprinkle my food with that grace
In my city I'm puffin on high grade the rest of yall niggas look lace
I dont smoke antidote im on anesthetic your crew full of shit
Like a broken Septic if you owe a debt then we could come collect it
Like the man niggas pull up with loaded weapons
Kicking foreign bitches out the ride I tell them its national pride
Bahama mama by my side and you know that she gon slide
All of my niggas who Ride
All of my niggas who Roll
All of my niggas who SLIDE
All of my niggas who GO
All of my niggas who Ride
All of my niggas who Roll
All of my niggas who SLIDE
All of my niggas who GO
All of my niggas who Ride
All of my niggas who Roll
All of my niggas who SLIDE
All of my niggas who GO
All of my niggas who Ride
All of my niggas who Roll
All of my niggas who SLIDE
All of my niggas who GO

All of my niggas who ride
All of my niggas who roll
All of my niggas who slide
All of my niggas who Ride
All of my niggas who Roll
All of my niggas who SLIDE
All of my niggas who GO
All of my niggas who Ride
All of my niggas who Roll
All of my niggas who SLIDE
All of my niggas who GO
All of my niggas who Ride
All of my niggas who Roll
All of my niggas who SLIDE
All of my niggas who GO
All of my niggas who Ride
All of my niggas who Roll
All of my niggas who SLIDE
All of my niggas who GO
Dropped out of school I'm selling dope
Roll it up I'm leaning with the scope
Leave a nigga holy like the pope
All the real niggas getting rope
All the pretty bitches wanna smoke
Begging for a follow or a post
Jungalis the type to go to court
Good pussy and some child support
Bey Duckie why these niggas mad
Ballin with the bitch they wish they had
Fuck the pussy dick up in the cash
Keep the cutlass sitting on the stash
Angelique Sabrina with them tits
Aint gone leave hear alone til i hit
Smoking reefer til my lungs deplete
When I'm deceased through some On that bitch
Wrist looking like some ice with a clock with it
Wrist looking like you pussies always watch niggas
Feet looking like your main trying to kick it
I'd hate me to boy I know how you feeling
Keep it one hundred like jams most of yall niggas like man
All of my niggas right hand all of my niggas stay down
Some of my niggas from port some of my niggas from town
Follow me follow me now make that bitch twerk Then i pass it around
All of my niggas who Ride
All of my niggas who Roll
All of my niggas who SLIDE
All of my niggas who GO
All of my niggas who Ride
All of my niggas who Roll
All of my niggas who SLIDE
All of my niggas who GO
All of my niggas who Ride
All of my niggas who Roll
All of my niggas who SLIDE
All of my niggas who GO
All of my niggas who Ride
All of my niggas who Roll
All of my niggas who SLIDE
All of my niggas who GO
Niggas illiterate pussy like kibble bits This shit ridiculous
Never been frivolous always been killing it Jordan to pippen
The boy with the vision from your subdivison And on with the
Killing we born with the feeling need all of the money
From all of the shillings from all of the dollars and bills in the building
I'm honest to god i done seen plenty killing You roll with a squad
Then they better be killing Just roll up a log it'd better the feeling
My generation got the best of the villains On meditation with von trap
In the Building shout my niggas with roach
Shout out my niggas with dope shout out my niggas with boats
Shout out my nigga with both
Always been ready to roll
Not popular i need the dough
Not stopping us I got the flow
And business we learning for sure
On guiness but earning the gold
You niggas look hungry and cold
But rapping bout money and gold
Gat it was under the stove
Packing up all of the O's
Trappin and momma dont know
We wasn't packing the dough
Headed right back out the door
Go hustle I'm tatted i know
Bass on the track nigga woa
Foreign and letting em know
You boring and negative no
Just poor with the ettiquette ho
Living but heaven was close
I couldv'e get my head blown
But nigga I'm better I grown
Nigga remember the day we was recording on phones
Now people come in the place want me to make em a song
Mothers fuck off of a song
Motherfuck this verse is long
I got some top off a song
Sorry baby that was wrong
Only grabba in the lung
Only answering to one
You bitches had me but im done
We gonna slide up to the funds
All of my niggas who Ride
All of my niggas who Roll
All of my niggas who SLIDE
All of my niggas who GO
All of my niggas who Ride
All of my niggas who Roll
All of my niggas who SLIDE
All of my niggas who GO
All of my niggas who Ride
All of my niggas who Roll
All of my niggas who SLIDE
All of my niggas who GO
All of my niggas who Ride
All of my niggas who Roll
All of my niggas who SLIDE
All of my niggas who GO
I familiar with all of them corners that's how i get cool with coroners
Kalik we dont fuck with coronas through my corner they call me the governor
Don't you mess with my honor your honor they try take my daddy them from me
They murk a nigga I was 15 and now i kill niggas wit 16's
Catch a fade like you catching a jitney yall know who the clique be
RIP my brother sleeping six feet remember when niggas try jick me
We pull up and dust out on bike two to one it was a six speed
She eager to roll up a nigga dope tell that bitch to do it quickly
Tell duckie to bring up the bass tell bass to come frig up the place
Got llamas just nice to meet you now get the fuck out my face
The sauce that I'm dripping is hot i sprinkle my food with that grace
In my city I'm puffin on high grade the rest of yall niggas look lace
I dont smoke antidote im on anesthetic your crew full of shit
Like a broken Septic if you owe a debt then we could come collect it
Like the man niggas pull up with loaded weapons
Kicking foreign bitches out the ride I tell them its national pride
Bahama mama by my side and you know that she gon slide
All of my niggas who Ride
All of my niggas who Roll
All of my niggas who SLIDE
All of my niggas who GO
All of my niggas who Ride
All of my niggas who Roll
All of my niggas who SLIDE
All of my niggas who GO
All of my niggas who Ride
All of my niggas who Roll
All of my niggas who SLIDE
All of my niggas who GO
All of my niggas who Ride
All of my niggas who Roll
All of my niggas who SLIDE
All of my niggas who GO