Slide - Intellectual

[Intro]

Ayy, Bob, bitch

[Chorus]

I'm tryna slide (On bro), but the opps ain't never outside (They not)

Pop me a pill, I'm 'bout to nod

I'm too fried, gotta close my eyes (It's sad)

Lil' bro dissin', I'm really tired

Up from the hip, now he expired (He gone)

Outside of his house like a spy

Tryna catch lil' bro and send em' up to God, like

[Verse]

And I'm sick of these niggas, keep dissin' me

And I'm done, showin' that sympathy

I don't respond, don't mean that you bitchin' me

I'm tryna swing through yo' hood (Grrah), drop a fifty piece

And I'ma make it, you niggas ain't gettin' me (On bro)

Come and try, you gon' go down in history (Grrah)

What makes you think that I don't keep a blick on me?

If I up, on bro, I'ma buss it

I catch a opp, hе get clapped in public (On bro)

Got away, see the ambulancе rushin'

Oh, nah, brodie got rushed in

Got big sticks, you would think we was Russian

BBG, he hot like the oven

Lotta' niggas claimin' that they gon' touch him

Lotta' niggas claimin' that they gon' touch him (They ain't doin' shit)

I ain't worried, niggas just talkin'

Don't shoot from afar, bitch, I rather walk in

Got a better chance hittin' my target

Caught a mask shot right, turned into a target

He in this wood, now I'm finna spark it (On bro)

Hell no, shit taste lil garbage

Brodie a shooter, he catch 'em more often

Fuck the cops and free lil' slime

Niggas know that that's Mr. 8-O-Flock (Listen)

He tryna wolf, just tell 'em to stop

I ain't got no time, bitch, I'm tryna pop

Cops tryna hop on my son pop (On bro)

Know we lost 'em, we ain't just rock

Cops tryna hop on my son pop (On bro)

Know we lost 'em, we ain't just rock

[Chorus]

I'm tryna slide, but the opps ain't never outside

Pop me a pill, I'm 'bout to nod (On bro)

I'm too fried, gotta close my eyes

Lil' bro dissin', I'm really tired

Up from the hip, now he expired (On bro)

Outside of his house like a spy

Tryna catch lil' bro and send 'em up to God, like