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lirik lagu luh tyler & kid vanta - “slide for real”

intro: kid vanta (0:00 – 0:15)
ayy, vanta!
we don’t talk, we just ride, f~ck the net, i slide for real (grrah!)
if it’s pressure, we pressin’ — n~ggas know the drill (b~tch)
no cappin’, no postin’, just motion, that’s real (vrrm)

verse 1: luh tyler (0:16 – 0:50)
yeah, i be chillin’ but i got demons
pocket full of blues, yeah, my fit european
puffin’ on exotic, this gas got me leanin’
shorty hit my phone, but i left her on seenin’ (hoe!)
took the top off the whip, now i’m racin’
cartier frames block out all the fake sh~t
yeah, we gettin’ rich, but i’m still on that same sh~t
talk down on the bros? then we back on that flame sh~t (skrrt!)
i don’t play games, i just play with the paper
new glock clean, but it dirty on the hater
big drip, like i dove in a glacier
still movin’ silent, but my opps love the vapor (yeah!)

chorus: luh tyler & kid vanta (0:51 – 1:15)
slide for real, we don’t tweet, we just drill (drill!)
catch him lackin’, pop out, now his cap get peeled (grrah!)
n~ggas fake tough, but they ain’t in the field (nah)
i’m too chill for the cap, but my youngin’ gon’ k!ll (on bro)
slide for real, no mask in the ride (skrrt!)
if i catch a vibe off a post, we outside (b~tch!)
ain’t no safety in the trap, just tools and pride (boom!)
tryna flex where i’m from? that’s suicide (facts!)
verse 2: kid vanta (1:16 – 1:50)
f~ck a diss track, i’m in the cut with a switch (grrah!)
tryna talk tough? now his homie in a ditch (boom!)
all my dawgs wild, yeah, we fresh out the pit
got the drum in the van like we tourin’ with a kit (bah!)
i don’t dance, i don’t party, i slide (i slide)
two sticks in the ride, like i’m readin’ in braille (blind)
shorty tryna f~ck, but she messy as h~ll
told her: “i don’t chase hoes, i just chase a new scale”
hood full of robbers, and they know my face (they do)
still can’t talk ’cause it’s open case
but i bent that block like a demo tape (bend it!)
now the whip too tinted, ain’t catchin’ no plates (nah!)

chorus (repeat): luh tyler & kid vanta (1:51 – 2:15)
slide for real, we don’t tweet, we just drill (yeah)
catch him lackin’, pop out, now his cap get peeled (grrah!)
n~ggas fake tough, but they ain’t in the field (nah)
i’m too chill for the cap, but my youngin’ gon’ k!ll (on bro)
slide for real, no mask in the ride (skrrt!)
if i catch a vibe off a post, we outside (b~tch!)
ain’t no safety in the trap, just tools and pride (tools!)
tryna flex where i’m from? that’s suicide (bah!)

outro: luh tyler (2:16 – 2:45)
keep it player, keep it clean, keep the pole in reach
heard they talkin’ from the ‘gram, now we slide up the street
ain’t no warning shots, just flash, then delete
n~ggas cap like graduation, we don’t compete
we slide for real

- lirik lagu luh tyler kid vanta

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