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21 savage & metro boomin – slidin’ lyrics

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[intro]
uh+huh, uh+huh, uh+huh, uh+huh, uh+huh, uh+huh, uh+huh, uh+huh
yeah, yeah+yeah, yeah, yeah+yeah, yeah, yeah+yeah
yeah+yeah

it’s the big stepper
4l repper
hit him with a twenty+piece, ranch lemon pepper
black air force 1s dancing with the devil
(if young metro don’t trust you, i’m gon’ shoot you)
(21, 21, 21)

his wifey trouble thot was finna cut her, i put out a rubber
opps tried to slide on my brother, had to up that cutter
when it’s smoke, we huddle, so many shots, d+mn near shot each other
ar st+st+stutter, draco brown, look like peanut b+tter
don’t play tic+tac+toe or tit+for+tat, n+gga, this ain’t that
he was talking gangster on them tracks ’til i got him whacked
glizzy with the switch and it go splat, ain’t no ducking that
you be smoking make believe, opps, we be smoking facts
we be smoking gang after gang, c+ck it back and bang
21 4l, that’s what i claim, let your nuts hang
we don’t shoot at houses, we hit brains, y’all lil’ n+ggas lame
fell in love with them chopper sounds, waka flocka flame

[chorus]
sliding
looking for the opps, they been hiding
i grew up ’round drugs, s+x, and violence
we turnt off they street, we heard sirens
since a juvenile, i been wilding
chrome heart jeans got me styling
said he wanted smoke now he jogging
while you was in college i was robbing
[verse 2]
everybody rented they car
you ain’t gon’ make it that far
walk down with an ar
we keep sh+t in the street
they gon’ put it on the bar
y’all n+ggas talking on pillows
all my glocks got ditto
take your bank like ceelo
draco bite, mosquito
y’all n+ggas corny, frito
keltec hot, it shoot cheetoh
y’all be talking that rara
you ain’t finna rob+rob me though
he went against, he gone
step on him, i put my feet on him
i just made an opp do the running man
keep an fn in my cullinan
still ain’t met a b+tch that i’d cuff again
still ain’t met a b+tch that i’d kiss (on god)
he was talking crazy, he got blitzed
savage keep a token, john wick
shoot him in the back like he rick
playing freeze tag, n+ggas it

[chorus]
sliding
looking for the opps, they been hiding
i grew up ’round drugs, s+x, and violence
we turnt off they street, we heard sirens
since a juvenile, i been wilding
chrome heart jeans got me styling
said he wanted smoke now he jogging
while you was in college i was robbing