T.F - Slidin lyrics

[Hook: ScHoolboy Q & Traffic] No you don't be sliding My n***a you lying, you know you ain't riding (hah) No you don't be sliding My n***a you lying , you know you be hiding Hah, b**h When it's on then it's on man that sh** got real I was on my last song man that sh** got real Like [?] man that sh** got real Keep a hoe in my phone man that sh** got real Mama kicked me out the house man that sh** got real Now I'm living at my granny house that sh** got real Gotta keep an [?] man that sh** got real You can die in my street man that sh** got real [Verse 1: Traffic] I do this for the riders I do this for my pops [?] And my momma, and my kids On Fig' I be doing my sh** If I ain't selling dope then I'm selling your b**h My ambitionz as a rider on my 2Pac sh** All blue everything so you know I'm a crip All blue everything you can tell I'm a crip Keep the 9 on my hip just in case a n***a trip Man that sh** get real I suggest you keep it still Keep it real with your peeps If not you gon' die in the streets My house the gang house if there's beef We about 50 deep I'm D. Wade with the heat No wonder you ain't coming outside Every single hollow gon' fly [Hook: ScHoolboy Q & Traffic] No you don't be sliding My n***a you lying, you know you ain't riding (hah) No you don't be sliding My n***a you lying , you know you be hiding Hah, b**h When it's on then it's on man that sh** got real I was on my last song man that sh** got real Like [?] man that sh** got real Keep a hoe in my phone man that sh** got real Mama kicked me out the house man that sh** got real Now I'm living at my granny house that sh** got real Gotta keep an [?] man that sh** got real You can die in my street man that sh** got real [Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q] On the gang you ain't ever seen a Loc this real We don't flash guns we poppin' when sh** get real n***as shootin' at my granny house ‘cause sh** got real It's all good I heard yesterday them boy's got k**ed When I was six I never thought my life would be like this I miss backflips and chili on my Frito chips Got a dollar in my pocket with the same old drave Get rich or grab the 9 load and do my thing n***as talking that talk but never caught that fade [?] I'll beat this case Keep a mask and 2 gloves when I'm around your wave I just might be in your hood you don't buy my tape n***as stay in my pockets like they built this sh** Don't even know my last name trynna lead my ship Trynna play me like a trumpet bet your a** get popped Ghetto Bird stay on the block ‘cause this sh** stay hot (what!) [Hook: ScHoolboy Q & Traffic] No you don't be sliding My n***a you lying, you know you ain't riding (hah) No you don't be sliding My n***a you lying , you know you be hiding Hah, b**h When it's on then it's on man that sh** got real I was on my last song man that sh** got real Like [?] man that sh** got real Keep a hoe in my phone man that sh** got real Mama kicked me out the house man that sh** got real Now I'm living at my granny house that sh** got real Gotta keep an [?] man that sh** got real You can die in my street man that sh** got real [Verse 3: TF] I be posted on the k**er when sh** get real Ask about me on a mission b**h I bounce out wheels I was stucking in the fields when sh** got real That's when a n***a went down, couldn't post no bill Nothing realer than that, yeah that sh** got real So you can't talk how I talk, you can't live where I live It is what it is, yeah this sh** get' real Keep it a 100 or nothing, that's a hell of a deal I'mma ride till the wheels fall off These n***as only riding till the peels run out Watch how many hollows when them shells come out But when that still come out, that's when the real come out All the tough guys dip when the b**h come out ‘Cause when this sh** gets real that's when them sticks come out Everything scandals like a lick in the drought Yeah this n***a my plug, but this' what I'm about It's real [Hook: ScHoolboy Q & Traffic] No you don't be sliding My n***a you lying, you know you ain't riding (hah) No you don't be sliding My n***a you lying , you know you be hiding Hah, b**h When it's on then it's on man that sh** got real I was on my last song man that sh** got real Like [?] man that sh** got real Keep a hoe in my phone man that sh** got real Mama kicked me out the house man that sh** got real Now I'm living at my granny house that sh** got real Gotta keep an [?] man that sh** got real You can die in my street man that sh** got real