Wst. Taylor, Soneta - Slidin' by the Pier Lyrics

I’m bendin corners
Sliding with my woes
Clockin in for that doe
Never trick on these hoes
This for my niggas and my folks
From the land of pistols and palm trees
Where you feel the warm Breeze
Blow trees by the beach
That hot sand on your feet
Chain on my white tee
Still shop at the swapmeet
Got the tools with the box
Aye the block is hot
Ima be faded till my last days
See what I made in 7 days
Trynna eclipse the sun with yo shade
Don’t turn down any fades
Dead homies never fold on any homie
Stuck at that bottom then nigga go up
Juggin missions for that come up
I need one up ski mask run up
Tell my niggas raise up yo antennas
Never wear slippers past 12 in yo pajamas
Got caught slippin at Louisiana
Who raised you , better stay close to yo crew
Life is tough to chew fuck
I’m bendin corners
Sliding with my woes
Clockin in for that doe
Never trickin for these hoes
This for my bitches and my woes
Nothing better than tacos and a cold brew
Fuck what you going through
When yo homies slide through
With that 12 pack
Bag for a bag
Frontos With the bag
Don’t need to rap about bitches
Cuz yall know I got em
I’m just being modest
Never count a nigga pockets
Never gossip keep it honest
Bagged the product
Turn in the deposit
Split the profit with my team
Money scheme
Fast life dreams
Rings on my hand like radio Raheem
Is it love or is it fake
Fake shit can’t relate
Devil on my bumper gotta shake it
The whole gang gonna make it

I’m bendin corners
Sliding with my woes
Clockin in for that doe
Never trick on these hoes
This for my niggas and my folks
From the land of pistols and palm trees
Where you feel the warm Breeze
Blow trees by the beach
That hot sand on your feet
Chain on my white tee
Still shop at the swapmeet
Got the tools with the box
Aye the block is hot
Ima be faded till my last days
See what I made in 7 days
Trynna eclipse the sun with yo shade
Don’t turn down any fades
Dead homies never fold on any homie
Stuck at that bottom then nigga go up
Juggin missions for that come up
I need one up ski mask run up
Tell my niggas raise up yo antennas
Never wear slippers past 12 in yo pajamas
Got caught slippin at Louisiana
Who raised you , better stay close to yo crew
Life is tough to chew fuck
I’m bendin corners
Sliding with my woes
Clockin in for that doe
Never trickin for these hoes
This for my bitches and my woes
Nothing better than tacos and a cold brew
Fuck what you going through
When yo homies slide through
With that 12 pack
Bag for a bag
Frontos With the bag
Don’t need to rap about bitches
Cuz yall know I got em
I’m just being modest
Never count a nigga pockets
Never gossip keep it honest
Bagged the product
Turn in the deposit
Split the profit with my team
Money scheme
Fast life dreams
Rings on my hand like radio Raheem
Is it love or is it fake
Fake shit can’t relate
Devil on my bumper gotta shake it
The whole gang gonna make it