Текст песни
Don't hesitate if you're slidin'
Please don't hesitate if you're slidin'
If you catch me slippin', and you got me
You better headshot me like it's your only option
Even pussy niggas got choppers, stop it
Die with my motherfuckin' pride like my papa
Four-five on both sides, I was raised in the '90s
Money on the table, at least a hunnid thousand
16 hours, countin' all damn day
Swear this shit could get monotonous
I promise, I'm fuckin' gorgeous, chrome heartless
Loyal to the soil unless you cross me
Bitch, she say I'm toxic, but I don't know
Maybe she's right 'cause when I scorched her, I made her melt
Ever see a badmon in vintage Chanel?
Ever seen a dead man in designer?
Uh, don't hesitate if you're slidin'
Please, don't hesitate if you're slidin'
She an expert in late night drivin'
Always on timin', always on diamonds (whoa)
Yeah, baby caught another body (whoa)
Got another dead man in designer (whoa)
Uh, baby caught another body (whoa)
Got another dead man in designer (whoa, whoa, whoa)
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
I been California thuggin', fuckin' bitches on my 'Pac shit
On the West Side slidin' with the hottest thing that I done seen, like honestly
Let me introduce you to the finer things
Got you laid out in the mornin', Prada, the whole thing
Skims, got the Chanel bag, Bottega matchin' and we stay high
Stay fly, fuck what they jackin'
And if you slide up on the biscuit, I might turn this to a red rum
She my Bonnie, hide the body, talkin' 'bout a real one
Girl, I know you bluffin' (yeah)
Have that Fenty crop top show your bellybutton (how?)
She gon' slide, I don't duck her, we can change the subject (why?)
If you thought a nigga beefin', it was really nothin'