Slidin' (Brisco)

Let's do it Mr. Beatz, what it iiiiz Brisco Yeah (come on) Scared money just don't make none Snatch me a bitch outta "Take One" First quarter, lil mama suckin me Bag of weed after I bust a skeet Tell your boyfriend I don't talk or rap I wake up, get dressed, and go check the trap (yeah) We good, we straight, get money, don't hate My Chevy so hard, my paint so bright My motor big and my rims fit just right I'm Slidiiiinnn (I'm slidin), you vibiiiiin (you vibin) Guess not... Pussy nigga get from round my car Pussy nigga you don't buy out no bar Pussy nigga you ain't no star I'm slidiiiin (I'm slidin) You slidiiiin (you slidin) I'm slidiiiin (I'm slidin) You slidiiiin (you slidin) (Yeah Yeah) I'm ridin low keeeeyy (low key) I'm ridin low keeeeyy (low key) (yeah, Brisco) Yup, nigga I'm slidiiiin It ain't our song, I could pimp a bitch And after I fuck, my dawg'll hit I'm slidin, he slidin, I'm vibin, so he vibin And when he watch out, I'll serve the sack And whenever I drive, he'll hold the map (yeah) Me and dat nigga been down since git's And about my dawg, I don't play dat shit I lost my dawg Fred, I miss you kid Keenan, I live through you And I rep, the lord knows I do I had to make the motha fuckas feel me And all I did was keep it real B And a bitch don't care And I don't blame 'em And I don't see 'em, I'm protected by angels. I'm slidiiiin (I'm slidin) You slidiiiin (you slidin) I'm slidiiiin (I'm slidin) You slidiiiin (you slidin) (Yeah Yeah) I'm ridin low keeeeyy (low key) I'm ridin low keeeeyy (low key) (yeah) Yup, nigga I'm slidiiiin Crown Vic won't start so I rented me a Charger Ridin low key so the crackas don't spot us and stop us And we slidin on these bitch niggas The word out, chopper in the trunk'll go get 'em Under water code C.O.D. I put them headers on my SRT Stash box holds a port top key And a lil bit of weed I'm slidiiin on a badd bitch Low key, nothin extravagant Maybe, a lil average Just incase I gotta grab a bitch (ha) I'm a good guy, but I switched And I clicked And they be like, "Oh shit! That's Bris'!" And that's it Yeah nigga... I'm slidiiiin (I'm slidin) (haha) You slidiiiin (you slidin) (yeah) I'm slidiiiin (I'm slidin) (brisco) You slidiiiin (you slidin) (Yeah Yeah) I'm ridin low keeeeyy (low key) (low low) I'm ridin low keeeeyy (low key) (yeah) Yup, nigga I'm slidiiiin