Slidin Trae tha Truth

[Intro]
Coronado on the beat, we got another one
Slidin'
Coronado on the beat

[Verse 1]
If it's up, nigga, drop your location
I don't dance on the ho, bitch, I'm racing
Lil' bitch go to work, no vacation
On the gang, baby, no hesitation
Threw away my last bitch, she was bitter
She ain't here to play the game, nigga, get her
Hood watching over King like a sitter
Keep thirty in the clip, I'm a hitter
For my dawg, put it all on the line
Nigga say I ain't the realest, he was lying
Can't see broke niggas, I was blind
Get some business, get the fuck up out of mine
Go to work, B2K, get you served out
Dealership, pink slip when I swerve out
Asshole to the death, get the word out
You ain't piss a nigga off, then what you worried 'bout?

[Chorus]
I'll never question mine, bitch, I'm slidin'
All black on my whip, bitch, I'm hidin'
I don't wanna leave the crib 'less I'm slidin'
I ain't fuckin' with no chick 'less she ridin'
I'm slidin', slidin'
I'm slidin', slidin'
I'm slidin', slidin'
I'm slidin', slidin'