Slide On Em Lyrics - Migos

Young rich nigga shit, know what I'm sayin'? 

Drop my top now 

My prices cut down 

Your niggas tough now 

Till they hear that gun sound 

(Baow, baow, baow, brrraow, baow, brrraow) 

Till they hear that gun sound 

(Fuck nigga, fuck nigga, baow, baow, brrraow) 

Baow, baow, gun sound 

Slide on that nigga, slide on that nigga 

Slide on that nigga, slide on that nigga 

Drop my top now 

My prices cut down 

Your niggas tough now 

Till they hear that gun sound 

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Keep my eyes on that nigga 

Keep my eyes on that nigga 

I put his stitches in lil pistols 

I got a drone that's digital 

Your nigga be talkin' tough 

But really don't wanna get physical 

Nigga you run and we bust 

Fuck in your hoe while you cuff 

Whippin' in it to a rock up 

I don't do nothin' but pipe up 

I shoulda played for the Thunder 

But instead I trap with youngsta 

Sit on my money with comfort 

Spreading the dab 'cross the country 

I do a show out in Spain and get back in go back to the gang 

I might go give him a 10, know it ain't nothin', go get a Mustang 

Damn they callin' my phone, they keep telling me that the dope is insane 

Pour out my liquor for all of my niggas that died or locked up in the chains 

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Drop my top now 

My prices cut down 

Your niggas tough now 

Till they hear that gun sound 

(Baow, baow, baow, brrraow, baow, brrraow) 

Till they hear that gun sound 

(Fuck nigga, fuck nigga, baow, baow, brrraow) 

Baow, baow, gun sound 

Slide on that nigga, slide on that nigga 

Slide on that nigga, slide on that nigga 

Drop my top now 

My prices cut down 

Your niggas tough now 

Till they hear that gun sound 

Drop my top now, Lambo too loud 

Richest nigga in the car lot, me, my niggas, we don't fall out 

Get gunned down, better run now 

Watch what you say, cut your tongue out 

Fuck all that shit that you talkin' bout 

Draco's we run in your momma's house 

Grass so I can't see the snakes now I gotta come cut your lawn down 

My stuart little killers on frontline, they robbin', drug dealin', till sun down 

I pull up in curtain in privacy 

Smokin' on cookie, I know she acknowledge me 

She givin' me knowledge, psychology, I'm dabbin' the deal like somebody just body me 

I'll fuck your baby moma while your kids there 

In the same house you pay your bills so you can live there 

If a nigga ever play with one of my Migo brothers, I'ma put him in a wheel chair 

We gangster so it is no fear here 

My lil killers they will kill you for real here 

Catch you in traffic is road kill 

We wipin' you lil nigga's nose here 

Drop my top now 

My prices cut down 

Your niggas tough now 

Till they hear that gun sound 

(Baow, baow, baow, brrraow, baow, brrraow) 

Till they hear that gun sound 

(Fuck nigga, fuck nigga, baow, baow, brrraow) 

Baow, baow, gun sound 

Slide on that nigga, slide on that nigga 

Slide on that nigga, slide on that nigga 

Drop my top now 

My prices cut down 

Your niggas tough now 

Till they hear that gun sound 

Slide, slide, slide 

Slide, slide, slide 

Drop my top now 

My prices cut down 

Your niggas tough now 

Till they hear that gun sound 

Slide, slide, slide 

Slide, slide, slide 

Gun sound 

Slide on that nigga, slide on that nigga 

Slide on that nigga, slide on that nigga