Burkk - Slide

She wanna rock with the kid
Swear she wanna know me
Stay with the shits
Trap on my lonely
Take a trip o.t
Hit a lick
Back in the Stoli
I'll slime you
If you owe me money
Lawyer fees
Odds stacked against me
If I died now
Been through plenty
Can trust Niggas
Did them filthy

Can't trust Niggas
They be bugging
I'm about my cream
Like it's Jerkins
Look for my shooter he lurking
Catch a opp
We murk him
Dark days
My pocket was hurting
Pussy nigga don't even sweat it
In my bag Like it's Birkin
Nothing in life I'm regretting

Look out for my dogs
And my breadrins
If I need them
I know they step in
Came along way
From the trenches
Poured it out
For my guys up been having
Free my guys out the can
Mama told me
Count my blessings
Ain't had shit
Tryin to go get it
Bitches be fake
Just kissing and telling

Yeah we slideing
Slide
She wanna slide
Slide
I exit this bitch
I exit this bitch

She wanna rock with a kid
Swear she wanna know me
Stay with the shit
Trap on my lonely
Take a trip 0T
Hit a lick
back in the Stoli
I'll slime you
If you owe me money
Lawyer fees
Odds stuck against me
If I die now
Been through plenty
Cant trust niggas
Did them filthy

I'm trying to buy mama
A house on the lake
Stay in the streets so I get paid
Herd she want lobster
Heard she wants steak
I want on go
The plot in Raids
Stack these bands
Don't need no aid
Bad bitch she look for the Jakes
Me and her Just Tryna get paid
Free my nigga
Got lock with a stick
Making gawp
Directing a brick
Took some L's
Sat back and think

Seen a bitch
Shoot dope in her arm
Took one of mine
I went insane
Gone off the perk
To easy my brain
Don't act sick
You can get stained

Feens hit my line
Like burkk I need that work
I started trapping
I couldn't work
Can't be saved
Think this shit
Maybe a life curse
Maybe I'm insane

She wanna rock with a kid
Swear she wanted to know me
Stay with the shits
Trap on my lonely
Take a trip O.T
Hit a lick back in the stoli
I'll slime you
If you owe me money
Lawyer fees
Odds stuck against me
If I die now been to plenty
Can't trust niggas
Did them filthy

Can't trust Niggas
They be bugging
I'm about my cream
Like it's Jerkins
Look for my shooter he lurking
Catch a opp
We murk him
Dark days
My pocket was hurting
Pussy nigga don't even sweat it
In my bag Like it's Birkin
Nothing in life I'm regretting

Written by:
ryan john

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