Slide Tonight - NLE Choppa

Mm, conversation with the opps, yeah, huh

Conversation with the opps

Ayy, turn me up Tay

Yeah, yeah, ayy, ayy

Conversation with the opps, they tryna ride tonight

You know that we steppin', you know we get violent

It’s time to slide tonight

Load up the Dracs, load up the .40s

And put 'em in the sky, he finna die tonight

And make his momma cry, yeah

Pull up with the gang, and throw out the coupe

We don’t need a window, we hang out the roof

I see my mans, I’m ready to shoot

After I stretch 'em, I take all his loot

We ready for violence, know we be wildin'

I’m thinkin' 'bout murder, why I be smilin'

Suppressors on the Glocks, kill him in silence

Don’t care who you with, I’ll kill anybody

Slidin' with the gang, and I’m ready for war

Soon as I see 'em I’ma shoot, yeah, we uppin' the score

My clip on forty shots, but I only shot four

Them hollow tips went right through that young nigga door

7.62s, lay a nigga down

Free JD 'till he back on the town

Bitch I’m a dog, belong in the pound

He thought we was done, let off some more rounds

We really love murder, it make us happy

My niggas grimy, and they get scrappy

They movin' the birds, just like flappy

Ready to step, it ain’t no cappin'

Conversation with the opps, they tryna ride tonight

You know that we steppin', you know we get violent

It’s time to slide tonight (Time to slide tonight)

Load up the Dracs, load up the .40s

And put 'em in the sky, he finna die tonight

And make his momma cry (Momma cry, yeah)

Wait nigga, there go the opps

Pay me the Drac', convert on your top

We ain’t with the talkin', you niggas is cocky

Get burned on your shoots, you don’t give me the drop

You make the wrong move, end up in the box

My nigga lil' Dree, he keep him a Glock

You look at him wrong, your body get dropped

Talk on the phone, these polices watch

Go ham any day when the block hot

I’m a loose screw nigga, like a hotbox

Even play, you gon' lay like a sandbox

Real nigga from the North, you can get shot

Got-got a shot, get your pop, call it dead walks

Bullets burnin' through your skin, yeah, it get hot

Nigga play with the gang, that’s a knockoff

I’ma say I’m a nigga like a sawed-off

We ready for war, we ready to step

You know that I’m Crip, we bang to the left

We send 'em in person, get cooked like a chef

You know how I’m comin', both flights to the let

Oh, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah-eah

We send 'em in person, get cooked like a chef

You know how I’m comin', both flights to the let

Conversation with the opps, they tryna ride tonight

You know that we steppin', you know we get violent

It’s time to slide tonight

Load up the Dracs, load up the .40s

And put 'em in the sky, he finna die tonight

And make his momma cry, yeah, yeah, yeah