Lyrics SLIDE 4 MINE (feat. Chris King) - Ac Yung

(LA on the Keys)

Pull up to your state putting on for the box
Came up out the mud like rocks
When they see me necks turn and they jaws fuckin drop
Then everybody runs like snot
Two shots from the Glock have you coming out your socks
Cuz don't nobody wanna get popped
Before I up it imma beat yo ass down you get dropped
On a white tee but the face gets cropped
Cuz I'm gone slide for mine
Talk that talk but walk yo ass outside
When I touchdown I come to play
You hide
There's nothing the same between you and I

Most of these niggas that's rapping lie straight through they teeth I think they got a cap on they head
I like my bitches big booty unique she a freak in the sheets imma put her to bed
I don't like wasting my time with these niggas and bitches I'd rather get straight to the bread
Fucking with me and my brothers you dead bitch no slumber cuz I'm running off with your head

I swear I'm my brothers keeper like Itatchi
All these niggas hating swear these niggas won't stop me
Can't believe they saying that these niggas wanna pop me
Bitch I'll go insane I think you niggas better stop it
Yeah
Kick a nigga in his shit call me Rock Lee
Think I should spin again who the fuck is gone stop me
I secure the win you ain't believe me nigga watch me
Bitch I'm with the mob backyard playing Bocci

Pull up to your state putting on for the box
Came up out the mud like rocks
When they see me necks turn and they jaws fuckin drop
Then everybody runs like snot
Two shots from the Glock have you coming out your socks
Cuz don't nobody wanna get popped
Before I up it imma beat yo ass down you get dropped
On a white tee but the face gets cropped
Cuz I'm gone slide for mine
Talk that talk but walk yo ass outside
When I touchdown I come to play
You hide
There's nothing the same between you and I

No there's nothing the same (No)
No there's nothing the same (No)

Snot
With a Porsche and my styrofoam cup that cost a car note
I don't check the price tag bag it and scan the barcode
Me and my niggas pull up it look like a car show
I get way too high I got a star glow
Real trapper I unload and pack cargo
She wanna know how fast does the car go
Adrenaline from pressing gas made her heart blow
Too many people turned they back made my heart cold (Cold)
Candy paint on it with the racing stripe
I'm taking flight
Take what's yours and make it mine
From the bottom but we made it fine (Facts)
Baby girl swallow and take your time (Yeah)
Hollow tip 223's intertwine
Money calling don't you tie the line (Call)
Every verse a work of art like Virgil designs
On the Earth I was birthed in the worst of times
You deserve to die

Pull up to your state putting on for the box
Came up out the mud like rocks
When they see me necks turn and they jaws fuckin drop
Then everybody runs like snot
Two shots from the Glock have you coming out your socks
Cuz don't nobody wanna get popped
Before I up it imma beat yo ass down you get dropped
On a white tee but the face gets cropped
Cuz I'm gone slide for mine
Talk that talk but walk yo ass outside
When I touchdown I come to play
You hide
There's nothing the same between you and I