Can’t Stop Sliding
[Intro: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
(You cut up on this one, JAY C)
Uh
(MIA JAY C)
Come on, GlockBoyz, n***a (Ooh, it's BlueStrip, baby)
We still in the streets, n***a
Ayy
[Verse 1: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
N***as be actin' like they tryna die
Man, GlockBoy, but I'll have the chopper singin' like Ty Dolla $ign
Ayy, my n***a Boom ain't got a watch, but he be freezin' time
In the city or out of town, if you see me, I got a lot of rounds
[Verse 2: OnFully]
K turned it up a notch, you know damn well I ain't finna box
Stop a n***a time like a nine to five, punchin' clocks
This bitch be shootin' videos like TikTok
Pour a whole pint just for free when an opp die
[Verse 3: The Godfather & The Big Homie]
Quick to send a n***a up, he goin' bye-bye (Yop)
Fully be gone in five seconds, need a stopwatch
So many flavors on the table, but I wanna smoke that Dada
N***a, I can't stop slidin', hmm, 'til all them n***as diе, die
Yeah, I tell 8 to grab thе chopper, finna send 'em to the clouds high
This n***a Boom trippin', act like Dave Chappelle, I told him, "How high?"
Tryna put him next to God, or right next to his partner
That n***a not the tweaker, every time we slide, that n***a drivin'
[Verse 4: BandGang Masoe & Beno]
Or hidin'
N***as checkin' out, they ain't survivin'
Heard you givin' check out to bitches, Joe Biden
Love sendin' hits, can't quit it, it's excitin'
And I still'll kill your ass in public like I'm licensed, money (Ayy)
[Verse 5: Beno]
Bitch, I told her, "Stop playin', stuff these pills in your privates"
He shot that shit up in his arm, just sit back, don't fight it
I gotta hit it with a two 'cause that dog be bitin'
He said can I teach him how to cook it? Yeah, just one more time
I slapped the switchy on this blicky, lil' boy, yeah, you better hide
It's like fifty in my Dickies, you know that I'm on my grind
[Verse 6: The Big Homie]
All I gotta do is say yop and up a yop, hmm, yop, then they all dead
Think my clip old as hell 'cause they full of bald-heads
If I'm in the field puttin' in work, the n***a gotta be dead
I done had to fuck her on the couch, the broke bitch ain't have a bed
Number 8, but subtract two, I hit his ass with six
How you walkin' outside, not payin' attention? You know how this shit get
[Verse 7: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
They know Lonnie bring the bag like it's Christmas, huh
I'm with some millionaires, they was henchmans
Yeah, we put butter on them biscuits
Make sure them bitches shoot proper, huh, ooh-woppers, huh
We been knockin' n***as out they boots, Shoe Doctor
Huh, gold, copper, sold more white ones than your Foot Locker
Ho shoppin', lookin' for a bitch to sell that oochie walla
(You cut up on this one, JAY C)
Uh
(MIA JAY C)
Come on, GlockBoyz, n***a (Ooh, it's BlueStrip, baby)
We still in the streets, n***a
Ayy
[Verse 1: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
N***as be actin' like they tryna die
Man, GlockBoy, but I'll have the chopper singin' like Ty Dolla $ign
Ayy, my n***a Boom ain't got a watch, but he be freezin' time
In the city or out of town, if you see me, I got a lot of rounds
[Verse 2: OnFully]
K turned it up a notch, you know damn well I ain't finna box
Stop a n***a time like a nine to five, punchin' clocks
This bitch be shootin' videos like TikTok
Pour a whole pint just for free when an opp die
[Verse 3: The Godfather & The Big Homie]
Quick to send a n***a up, he goin' bye-bye (Yop)
Fully be gone in five seconds, need a stopwatch
So many flavors on the table, but I wanna smoke that Dada
N***a, I can't stop slidin', hmm, 'til all them n***as diе, die
Yeah, I tell 8 to grab thе chopper, finna send 'em to the clouds high
This n***a Boom trippin', act like Dave Chappelle, I told him, "How high?"
Tryna put him next to God, or right next to his partner
That n***a not the tweaker, every time we slide, that n***a drivin'
[Verse 4: BandGang Masoe & Beno]
Or hidin'
N***as checkin' out, they ain't survivin'
Heard you givin' check out to bitches, Joe Biden
Love sendin' hits, can't quit it, it's excitin'
And I still'll kill your ass in public like I'm licensed, money (Ayy)
[Verse 5: Beno]
Bitch, I told her, "Stop playin', stuff these pills in your privates"
He shot that shit up in his arm, just sit back, don't fight it
I gotta hit it with a two 'cause that dog be bitin'
He said can I teach him how to cook it? Yeah, just one more time
I slapped the switchy on this blicky, lil' boy, yeah, you better hide
It's like fifty in my Dickies, you know that I'm on my grind
[Verse 6: The Big Homie]
All I gotta do is say yop and up a yop, hmm, yop, then they all dead
Think my clip old as hell 'cause they full of bald-heads
If I'm in the field puttin' in work, the n***a gotta be dead
I done had to fuck her on the couch, the broke bitch ain't have a bed
Number 8, but subtract two, I hit his ass with six
How you walkin' outside, not payin' attention? You know how this shit get
[Verse 7: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
They know Lonnie bring the bag like it's Christmas, huh
I'm with some millionaires, they was henchmans
Yeah, we put butter on them biscuits
Make sure them bitches shoot proper, huh, ooh-woppers, huh
We been knockin' n***as out they boots, Shoe Doctor
Huh, gold, copper, sold more white ones than your Foot Locker
Ho shoppin', lookin' for a bitch to sell that oochie walla