Slide (feat. Blueface & Lil Tjay) - French Montana

TrapHouseMob (woo) What's rockin', cuz? (Woo, woo, woo, bah) Ayy, CZR, you did a mazza still (bah) This is a Melo Beat (bah, bah), look Dior on my body (woo, uh) Head to toe like a mannequin (mannequin) Amiri denims got them panickin' (woo) I pour a four in my Fanta (Fanta) If my opps in a foreign (foreign) Then we shootin' up the Phantom Dior on my body (uh) Head to toe like a mannequin Amiri denims got them panickin' I pour a four in my Fanta If my opps in a foreign (grrt) Then we shootin' up the Phantom (bah) Big Glock up on my hip (woo) That mean I don't ever slip (woo) Run up on me, I'ma whack a nigga Clap a nigga, skate off in the whip (bah) Gucci foreign, see the drip (Uh?) Fifty-five hundred the 'fit (woo) 55K on my wrist (bah) I'm tired of jackin', my money legit (grrt) Trav' got the Urus, Boy got the Huracan I got the Range, and all of them paid I'm from the Floss, I'm a double G And I know 'bout puttin' in pain I spent fifty on my left wrist (woo) Another hundred on the chain (woo) Try to reach and we takin' shots close range (bah) Baow, bang, hit his brain (woo, woo) Catch me an opp, I'ma treat him and beat him and show him he lame (grrt) I lost my brother, shit won't be the same Ever since then, I been goin' insane (bah) Do it for Smelly, I do it for gang And nina gon' wet 'em up, show 'em my pain (grrt) Big Louboutin for the steppin' Big .38 for the weapon And I catch a case for nothin' (nothin') I back the Wraith for nothin' (for nothin') Gas 'em up, Getty (Getty) Rock steady, rock steady (steady) Shots hit your belly (woo) Runtz pack got me deady (woo) Checks, Chevy Swing at BOA, we ready R.I.P. them fallen soldiers Screamin' free my nigga Melly (grrt) All this shit been in my mind Smokin' dope, I'm gettin' deady (woo, woo) Lotta pressure's on my shoulders Steady movin', but it's heavy (grrt) I was posted by the deli Any means to get it, early morning, I was ready (bah) Think I fell in love with fetti She give super neck, I think I fell in love with Betty (woo, woo) Tati ate it like spaghetti I ain't even mean to say it, but I'm bein' petty 2020, vision steady You know I ain't finna hesi' Crossover for the cheddy Dior on my body (uh) Head to toe like a mannequin (mannequin) Amiri denims got them panickin' (woo) I pour a four in my Fanta (Fanta) If my opps in a foreign (foreign) Then we shootin' up the Phantom Dior on my body (uh) Head to toe like a mannequin Amiri denims got them panickin' I pour a four in my Fanta If my opps in a foreign (grrt) Then we shootin' up the Phantom (bah)

Ooh, yeah Lil Tjay So I'm skating off the scene in a foreign, see me goin' Me and YG up in Cali smoking GT out the bong (oh) Shawty pulled up in a thong, I don't know what she on (oh) If she ask to spend the night then I might give her what she want Yeah I got to put my Perc' in, it's workin' Lil' Mama, say she nervous, yeah, sure bitch I just want a lil' mountain, lip service Treat the pussy like a house, she want insurance I'ma fuck her good one time, let her unwind She gon' tell me where to come at, I'ma comply Put my thumb up in her yeah, yeah, she gon' jump high I'ma fuck her like a madman, I ain't even mad, man She gon' do a handstand for a standing ovation She rep my red flag, I call her rosacea She get the pedi and the manicure, but no facial Natural beauty, I'ma call your mother, "Mother Nature" Under the covers, she know Tunechi like the Undertaker Girl, that's my pussy, she say, "Daddy, that's an understatement" I got it leaking like a bootleg She call me Tunechi, when we fuck, she call me Tunechi I got up out my Birkin, it's workin' She said she a virgin, it's hurtin' But she ain't never show me love when my pockets hurtin' Now she see a nigga on, she fucking and slurping And they see me puttin' on and it got them nervous We don't never need to ball, I did it on purpose And I used to play the block with the fiends Got some knots in my jeans If a nigga talk hot, we gon' pop for his bean (nah-nah) I'm coming strong and they knew that You ain't no competition, boy, don't think you wanna do that (I'm like) You had your chance, but you blew that (Lil Tjay) Everybody asking who that? (Oh, no, no, no, no) The fuck going on? Someone in my circle started leaking all my songs I'ma stay ten toes, I'ma still go strong I don't get these snake niggas, we just can't get along So I'm skating off the scene in a foreign, see me goin' Me and YG up in Cali smoking GT out the bong Shawty pulled up in a thong, I don't know what she on If she ask to spend the night then I might give her what she want Fuck her one time, maybe two times if she do fine Make your boo mine, I'm in the stu', this my new grind I'm cooking up, I'm cooking up, ain't tryna lose time I shoot it up, don't give a fuck, ain't tryna lose mine Gangbang, growing up I was Stain Gang Stain Gang, promise I was only tryna maintain Lil Tjay SB, that's the gang gang Ask about me, bet they tell you how my name ring And I know they gon' hate 'cause I'm up now I'm at the point where I don't really give a fuck now Free the guys, I'ma say it 'til they touch down One day everybody have a bustdown So I'm skating off the scene in a foreign, see me goin' Me and YG up in Cali smoking GT out the bong Shawty pulled up in a thong, I don't know what she on If she ask to spend the night then I might give her what she want Fuck her one time, maybe two times if she do fine Make your boo mine, I'm in the stu', this my new grind I'm cooking up, I'm cooking up, ain't tryna lose time I shoot it up, don't give a fuck, ain't tryna lose mine Yeah Gang, gang, pulling up I was Stain Gang, Stain Gang Promise I was only trying to maintain Lil Tjay, SB, that's the gang, gang Lil Tunechi, YMB, that's the gang, gang And I know they gon' hate 'cause I'm up now I'm at the point, I don't really give a fuck now Free the guys, I'ma scream it 'til they touch down Lil Tjay, SB, that's the gang, gang

Thousand dollar Givenchys You can't kick it with me (Can't kick it with me) I used to ride on the ten speed, now I'm in a Bentley (Now I'm in a Bentley) I heard they out to get me So I gotta turn on this fifty (Turn on this fifty) Block boy known to get busy, check out my drip, it cost fifty We got a whole lotta bullets Lil' bro got the glizzy but I got the choppa in the trunk 50K up in my jeans It look like my pockets just got a new case of the month I need that fetti on fetti These niggas be jealous, these niggas be bitches, they punks I hope you ready, I'm ready I know 'bout some killers that carry machetes and pumps Leave him like Nutty Professor, he clumped I made a million, but still ain't enough I poured a four, a serving in my cup These niggas be talking, boy, shut the fuck up Dripping like a bitch, get a nigga stuck up I just hit another lick, yeah, a nigga lucked up I was running off the drugs, got a nigga fucked up We gon' send a couple shots, niggas better buck up Spit yo game, talk yo shit, boy It's real in the field, better grab your stick Flow too cold, better grab your bitch I'm too good with the words, when I shoot I don't miss All this smoke, I gotta light one All these opps, I gotta strike one Wanna tweak with the gang, you got the right one Come down bad got blood on my ones We used to play in them hallways, with the walkie talkies Now it's just hot babes when we here while we talking Money ain't in yo conversation, then nigga why we talkin'? 'Cause I be getting money too often Fuck a lil' bitch, I'm balling Thousand dollar Givenchys You can't kick it with me (Can't kick it with me) I used to ride on the tenth speed Now I'm in a Bentley (Now I'm in a Bentley) I heard they out to get me So I gotta turn on this fifty (Turn on this fifty) Block boy known to get busy, check out my drip, it cost fifty Watch here I call her in the cut, yeah I can't talk about my opp, they dead Rather talk about the guap, instead Every nigga on my roster playing New Amiri jeans, fuck it, I'm a fiend Now I even got the bitch a loft and all I done seen niggas running up down Keep it real, then I watch them fall I hit the gas, I don't stop for laws I went from racks to racks and laws I'm on they ass, cash involved, now my shit passed the wall Ain't ask shit for a minute as soon As I get it, I feel like I have to ball Big team playa, pass the ball They was hating on me, passed them all I got some niggas who sitting in prison I'm with them, I'm trying to get passed the wall Thousand dollar shoes, wear them one time We don't fuck with them, they ain't our kind VVS stones, I bet that I shine I been on the road for this Couple niggas dead and gone, I miss I've been riding in the ghost for this Thousand dollar Givenchys You can't kick it with me (Can't kick it with me) I used to ride on the tenth speed Now I'm in a Bentley (Now I'm in a Bentley) I heard they out to get me So I gotta turn on this fifty (Turn on this fifty) Block boy known to get busy, check out my drip, it cost fifty We are the youngest niggas coming up Say you a shooter, nigga you a bluff I swear the money giving me a rush Bitches see diamonds, now they wanna touch AP is heavy bitch, sittin' on my hand Choosing a frenzy, I don't give a damn Too many Glocks for it to jam Money and a burner, nigga leave a tan I'ma just leave a nigga in the sand Or I can get a head-up for a band Fuck all that talking, now I got a plan I'ma just move it until they understand Niggas woke up, posting on the 'gram Still in the trap, sorry Uncle Sam Took us some time, started with a gram And I still got some silent niggas in the can Chop it up, chop it up, chop it up, block it up, block it You see the ice on my neck, try and touch on my pocket Woah, Givenchy my drip for the day, I got more in the closet Givenchy my shirt, Givenchy my shoes, I'm not a regular shopper Thousand dollar Givenchys You can't kick it with me (Can't kick it with me) I used to ride on the tenth speed Now I'm in a Bentley (Now I'm in a Bentley) I heard they out to get me So I gotta turn on this fifty (Turn on this fifty) Block boy known to get busy, check out my drip, it cost fifty Check my drip

Yeah Oh, yeah Everything, everything, everything gon' be alright, God Oh, yeah (Coke Boy, baby) Haan, yeah Graduated, but I'm aggravated From the half that made it, we was drinkin', faded Me and life and death is half-related (Half-related) Masturbatin' on a scale for a Hundred million, askin' God how we made it Watchin' John David Robinson, now my dawg robbin' son, half a David Freedom got confiscated We mob-related John Gotti, RICO, life like a free throw Yeah, school of gladiators Makin' Salaat on a fox rug, black gloves, hot slugs For these cold women Militant like the Middle East Go from ménages, six-nines to 6iine conspiracies Triple threat, trinity Triangle office, label execs get all the profit They hit your brain, mop it clean What type of fiends? Put the needle in your ass, keep they table green Multi-millionaire, strapped like O-Dog Can't teach new tricks to old dogs I told mama pray for me, baby, wave it for me Got a cage waitin' for me, that hate came for me Millions, I made from it, them chains waitin' for me The change I made from it, Montana ain't a dummy, haan New year, half a mil', my face on the bill (Bill), hit Cabo, chill Desperado with an AR like guitar ('Tar), Montana John Stockton (Stockton) If there's a movie out, play the Al Pacino part (Ah) Mama raise a star, and you been a mark Not even Cuban, smokin' Cuban cigars in Cuba (Hey) Lost Chinx, lost Max, lost Penthouse Drinkin', smokin', feel empty in this penthouse (Ah) Mansion's like a campus Ranches like rainbow smoke Forty-one shots like Diego Shout to Abel, I turn the weekends to the weekdays PJs to the PJs, the week like four nights and three days (Four nights) Yes, I Big like the kid from Bed-Stuy, just stop Stylist, I be dressin', the bitches, don't be stressin' Money with the best of them, C.R.E.A.M. like Meth and them I made it even in the game of odd Everybody kickin' game, tell the bitch the truth, she think you God Tell mama to pray for me, feds got a name for me, cell waitin' for me Mils I made from it, them chains waitin' for me Change I made from it, Montana ain't a dummy, haan La música de Harry Fraud It's nothing to take me higher

Do you ever think about leaving? Do you ever think about me and you? Running to the country where we got nothing to prove Where we can grow old with new friends Lay low on the weekends Running to the country where we got nothing to lose 'Cause I'm tired of the busy nights Fed up with the city lights No, I don't wanna spend my life in this place I just wanna run away to Montana Livin' at a slower pace with you There's nothing else that I would need if I had ya In Montana I could wipe your tears away if you're crying 'Cause even cowgirls get the blues There's nothing else that I would need if I had ya In Montana I wanna see the sky from a dirt road I wanna feel the air cut through my coat 700 acres, so many new ways to see you And all the seeds of love that we sow I can see 'em grow as we grow I just wanna run away to Montana Living at a slower pace with you There's nothing else that I would need if I had ya In Montana I could wipe your tears away if you're crying 'Cause even cowgirls get the blues There's nothing else that I would need if I had ya (In Montana) Getting tired of the busy nights Getting tired of the city lights Yeah, I know I can't spend the rest of my life here I just wanna run away to Montana Living at a slower pace with you There's nothing else that I would need if I had ya In Montana I could wipe your tears away if you're crying 'Cause even cowgirls get the blues There's nothing else that I would need if I had ya In Montana Ooh In Montana Ooh (In Montana)

Yo voy caminando A la montana donde nací No puedo vivir A la noche del camino ir Al del cielo Yo miraba una estrella No puedo vivir Al lado del camino ir Que no vivo Pasa el tiempo Yo voy caminando A la montana donde nací No puedo vivir Que al lado del camino ir Que no vivo Pasa el tiempo Del camino Tidadoudi tadoudi tadoudi Lon lei lon lei lon lei Ti loulali talouli dilouli Yo voy caminando A la montana donde nací Yo voy caminando A la monta