Slidin - Curren$y, Trauma Tone

Made millions off chillin', talkin' shit 'bout how I’m livin'

What the fuck I look like stressin' 'bout a bitch

In the Coop, Lift or Uber, no fuckin' excuses

I’ma get after that motherfuckin' grip

Nigga we sliding, east siding, high riding

Back of the Rolls with my notepad scribing

Sliding, east siding

Back of the Rolls with my notepad scribing

Back of the Rolls, cracking jokes with the driver

Back of the Rolls looking at hoes riding by him

Rolled up another one

Don’t want no smoke and I ain’t even halfway done

Probably won’t get home til the rising of the sun

Now I’m in the kitchen making breakfast for my son

Take a shower, charge both of my phones then get back on the road

We was still clocking dough when the world was closed

Now shit back open and we raking in more

Hustling to no end

Like my homies in Detroit having motion

Made millions off chillin', talkin' shit 'bout how I’m livin'

What the fuck I look like stressin' 'bout a bitch

In the Coop, Lift or Uber, no fuckin' excuses

I’ma get after that motherfuckin' grip

Nigga we sliding, east siding, high riding

Back of the Rolls with my notepad scribing

Sliding, east siding, high riding

Back of the Rolls with my notepad