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“ready to slide” - lil skrrt 11 lyrics

[intro]
(yeah, southside on the track, b*tch)
o block, southside, you know how the f*ck we comin’
free baby k, n*gga
me and gang in this b*tch right now, finna drop pressure

[chorus]
b*tch, i’m done with the talkin’, i ain’t playin’ no more
told god, “forgive me for the bodies,” then i went and sinned some more
hop out that car, i don’t think twice, lil’ n*gga, i’m lettin’ it blow
fox keep sendin’ packs of beats, this sh*t finna make me go pro (we on)
if that whip move slow past the block, we flippin’ it quick, you know
in the booth, gotta lock in deep, lil’ n*gga, it’s time to go
i’ma get us out the trenches, make hits, stack bread, then hit ot for bro
but i can’t lack, can’t slip, f*ck that, i’m still outside with my new pole (brrt)

[verse]
point him out in the crowd, b*tch, that’s the first one gettin’ chased, no doubt
8tre talk tough, then poof, four n*ggas went missin’, who run they mouth?
we slide up close, ding*dong ditch, knock*knock, then air sh*t out
he tripped, he fell, got filled with sh*lls, he knew his time ran out
we sharks, we piranhas, we k!llers, lil’ b*tch, we throw up b’s, then we drop y’s
spin through the 5, then double it back, watch somebody’s son lose life
two dumb opps tried creepin’, both of they ass got fried
vert told me chill, just rap, but f*ck it, i’m itchin’ to ride
i chase n*ggas out they kicks, i’m quick as f*ck, runnin’ like cheetahs
he wanna flex on doordash runs, i pull up quick, six*two feed him
i’m up on three, shhh—f*ck that, can’t even talk, feds still peekin’
but foenem with me, i trust my brothers, this o block life ain’t weak sh*t
spin through the 4, then hit the 6, then back on the 9, do math
southside trenches, i stay posted, this drill sh*t all i rap
i don’t trap, but b*tch, i clap, new glock with a b*tton attached
four deep on that block, i pull up, i’m scorin’ buckets, that’s facts
rappin’ just to stack some racks, but i still want more money
i don’t f*ck with too many n*ggas, these clowns all movin’ funny
got your strap took, then smacked with it, lil’ n*gga, you a dummy
[chorus]
b*tch, i’m done with the talkin’, i ain’t playin’ no more
told god, “forgive me for the bodies,” then i went and sinned some more
hop out that car, i don’t think twice, lil’ n*gga, i’m lettin’ it blow
fox keep sendin’ packs of beats, this sh*t finna make me go pro
if that whip move slow past the block, we flippin’ it quick, you know
in the booth, gotta lock in deep, lil’ n*gga, it’s time to go
i’ma get us out the trenches, make hits, stack bread, then hit ot for bro
but i can’t lack, can’t slip, f*ck that, i’m still outside with my new pole

[outro]
o block, b*tch, southside sh*t, n*gga
on my dead granny
otf better, you know the vibe
we still ridin’, ho

- lil skrrt 11 lyrics

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