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yb nemy - slide til it’s silent lyrics

[intro: yb nemy]
(ayy vybe, turn me the f_ck up)
(tko you cookin’ that pressure!)
yb, b_tch
yeah, yeah

[verse 1: yb nemy]
ridin’ wit demons, i talk to the dead
pop me a x, got smoke in my head
ran outta luck, they gon’ leave you on read
my opps broke, they talk to the feds
slid through parkview, left his dumbass red
chop got a beam, put the dot on his dreads
b_tch talk sl!ck, i’m slappin’ her friend
one false move, now we back on offense
bro in the trap, got six new switches
i be with real ones, not these snitchеs
i done f_cked up and hit me a sistеr
heard she a opp, now bro gon’ flip her
never been sweet, my bl!ck got venom
backdoor moves, man, who really wit ’em?
talk too much, we don’t do that ventin’
only got aim when a f_ckboy slippin’
stay in the ‘view where it’s hot like a sauna
still keep steel like i work at o’reilly’s
heard they was dissin’, slid in pajamas
ain’t no breaks when we do that sliding
this ain’t for clout, i don’t do no typin’
ran outta smoke? nah, b_tch, we lightin’
tried to play tough, now his momma cryin’
glocks stay singin’, no need for sirens
i can’t cry, my heart been dried
i just up, reload, and fire
trust no soul, got pain in piles
still yell “f_ck ’em,” i said that with style
[chorus: yb nemy]
ayy, you can’t duck when we slide (nah)
you can’t duck when we slide (boom boom)
you can’t run, you can’t hide (b_tch)
it’s one way out — that’s die (grrah grrah)
you can’t duck when we slide
you can’t duck when we slide
too many shots, don’t try
you can’t duck when we— slide

[verse 2: yb nemy]
hit his whip, made that sh_t swerve off
left his lil’ hoe lookin’ like a burnout
caught him at kroger, got his ass aired out
dumb n_gga thought he was safe at his girl house
i ain’t got mercy, i aim at toddlers
b_tch, i’m cursed, i don’t fear no karma
still tote sticks when i’m out in pajamas
he tried to flex, now he missin’ his partner
f_ck all the blogs, they cappin’ for cl!cks
internet beef, that’ll get you zipped
big_ass k with a government chip
one eye open when i bust my clip
can’t play street if you born a b_tch
seen bro flip ’cause he faced that bid
i ain’t your twin, don’t call me “kid”
i’m the type to spin if i break that fridge
she wanna link but i heard she a op
freaky lil’ b_tch, let me f_ck with the glock
he got caught tryna show off his watch
now he laid out in a walgreens lot
used to be broke, now it’s runtz and wok
used to ride bikes, now we spinnin’ in drops
don’t give a f_ck if he with his pops
if i see him, he gettin’ got
[chorus: yb nemy]
you can’t duck when we slide (nah)
you can’t duck when we slide (b_tch)
you can’t run, you can’t hide (grrah)
catch that boy, say goodbye (boom)
you can’t duck when we slide
you can’t duck when we slide
too many shots, don’t try
you can’t duck when we— slide

[outro: yb nemy]
this southview sh_t ain’t for play
b_tch, we slide broad day
all that woofin’ get you sprayed
rest in p_ss, that’s what we say
yb!

- yb nemy

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