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slide or provide - buggoutdag & swoop g lyrics

[intro: swoop g]
(tec)
sg, sg
two g’s, two g’s
said

[verse 1: swoop g]
how are you slide or provide? (grrah)
you ain’t do sh*t for this gang, you ain’t even go hop in that ride when it’s that time to slide (movin’)
but i ain’t gon’ lie (movin’), we could slide through your block, if you don’t wanna go, then you could come to mine
the .40 on my side (side), paralyzin’ n*ggas from the waist down, i hope that he survive (‘vive)
just listen to the line, no r. kelly, the d*ck get to p*ssin’ when i put the d*ck on the 9 (don’t step, n*gga, on gang)
now we out to the line, the team’ll leave lil’ leek leakin’, handshake with mali in the sky
we committin’ crimes
switch on this b*tch like a five, thirty clip like a vine (grrah*grrah*grrah, n*gga)
let me show you a vibe (grrah*grrah*grrah, n*gga), married to my gun, i told her all my vows, i love you ’til i die (sg, sg)
but why would you lie?
this b*tch kept jammin’, i thought she was nicki minaj (oh my god)

[verse 2: buggoutdag]
backed out first, so we got a surprise, and only the real ones gon’ hop in this ride (grrah, grrah)
and if you can’t slide, you better provide (grrah, grrah)
you better be givin’ up all that supplies (grrah*grrah, boom, n*gga)
the sh*t that i do (grrah*grrah, boom, n*gga), some n*ggas gon’ die (grrah*grrah, grrah*grrah)
you can’t come around if you not with the guys (grrah*grrah)
some n*ggas be takin’ that sh*t as a joke (d*mn, d*mn)
we out to the line ’cause i heard it was folk
i spin through the ville of locs and i’m cl!ckin’ on any b*tch promotin’ choo (gang)
glah, we ain’t got time for them games, i heard that lil’ shorty in her thing (uh*huh)
can’t speak on my dead, he went out with a bang (uh*huh)
can’t go on a drill if you don’t commit—
[bridge: swoop g]
sg, sg (grrah, grrah)
like (movin’)

[verse 3: swoop g]
how n*ggas dissin’ my block, but n*ggas never did nothin’ for me to go and bend?
i heard them n*ggas the floxks, we out to the ville tryna make a gd n*gga dead
but i heard them n*ggas the cops, but i think the worst part about it them n*ggas is f*gs
and i think that they partyin’ with diddy, you could tell the way that they holdin’ they flag (n*gga)
i ain’t playin’ no more, send four, keep walk, we’ll break in they door (n*gga)
put the heat to his head while his mom in the floor, then i spit on that b*tch, then i look at her more (like)
like, sysy, you let them do that to yours (n*gga)
like, pfa what? i send ’em to the morgue
no safety, .40 barkin’ on its own
if i tell him to up it, handshake with the lord
adam and eve, they lookin’ for your mom
this sh*t go, “cl!ck*clack,” take off an arm (i’ll take a f*ckin’ arm, n*gga)
mali, that n*gga up with the stars
wallahi, n*gga got sent to the gods
i’m one n*gga you can never guard, but not ’cause i’m fat, ’cause i’ma let it bark (but not ’cause i’m fat, n*gga)
all black (not at all), you can’t see me in the dark, but you might see a shadow bigger than a car
pfa leek, you tryna start a war (a war, you’re not [?])
ain’t you a f*ggot bitin’ on his arm?
his sideburns lookin’ like they comin’ off
get off my d*ck ’cause i don’t wanna talk (i don’t wanna talk no more)
d*ck ridin’ is your only sport, you known it, i ain’t goin’ back and forth
the p though, why they never wanna ball? (why the p never f*ckin’ outside?)
i’m clean though, i be bangin’ like i’m bron (suck my d*ck)
[verse 3: buggoutdag]
f*ck out my way, gotta get close range
matter fact, punch boy and we takin’ his chain
grrah, boom, all you heard was that thing (uh*huh)
and i’m smokin’ on lu, he got sent to the king (don’t run)
they n*ggas is never as tough as they claim (like)
b*tch, i’m not a fighter, i’ll blow out your brains (grrah*grrah, boom, n*gga)
n*ggas is tight i got blue in my veins (grrah*grrah, boom, n*gga)
it’s 2024 and y’all carryin’ canes (like, d*mn)
like, pick up a chop and go hop on a plane (d*mn, glah*glah)
add a k to the a, n*ggas be talkin’ on pressure, but pressure was spinnin’ same day (like, what?)
and he never too late, catch you outside and i promise them n*ggas get sent to the gates (grrah)
get the f*ck out my face, i’m on my way to the top and i promise it’s gon’ be a race
any b*tch in my way (uh*huh), they gotta pay for that sh*t, i don’t care if you crip, you not gang (grrah*grrah, boom)
n*ggas be hoppin’ on features, but all of them n*ggas still stuck on the bleachers (like, what?)
now i’m ’bout to go ku, b*tch, i was spankin’ y’all b*tches before i got kicked out of school (like, like)
and you know the rules, if you can’t swim, you gon’ drown, so you better not hop in this pool

[outro: swoop g]
oh my god, n*gga
suck my d*ck, n*gga
f*ck you talkin’ ’bout, n*gga?
sg
buggout with me
grrah, grrah, grrah*grrah*grrah

- buggoutdag swoop g lyrics

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