Released: 2024
Album: Black & Whites
Artists: Big Hit, Hit-Boy and The Alchemist
Feature artist: C3
Genre: Gangsta Rap and West Coast Rap
Lyrics:
[Chorus]
Sly, the slick, the wicked
I don't like it (I don't like 'em, neither), no, no, no, no
The sly, the slick, the wicked
I don't like it (I don't like 'em, neither)
[Verse 1]
I done saved niggas lives
Now the same motherfuckers tryna take mine
Niggas don't appreciate shit
You can throw 'em your chip, house, car and your bitch
Niggas hate they own blood like a Crip
You can slash your wrists and let 'em drink every drip
And a bitch nigga still ain't satisfied
Fuck all that pride, next time, let 'em die
Don't cry, drop 'em off in the set
Get high, then ride off into the sunset
Same rules apply to the women
Love and loyalty just ain't in 'em
So I hit 'em off with the old flim-flam
Can't understand the opa-lama-lam
Yeah, fam, I speak another language
On lanes, throw 'em off from another angle
Life's short and ain't nothin' to play with
All the loose-talk moonwalk, you're slippin' on the pavement
[Chorus]
Sly, the slick, the wicked
I don't like it (I don't like 'em, neither), no, no, no, no
The sly, the slick, the wicked
I don't like it (I don't like 'em, neither)
[Verse 2]
You could give a nigga the shirt off your back
You could still get whacked
Stop feedin' a nigga, you gon' see how he act
It's A-1 when you givin', they grinnin' when you winnin'
But cut 'em out your business, it's all about division
You multiply your dollars, they all wanna holler
Subtract your followers, niggas start to follow ya
Bushwhack a nigga, push back your wig
Like snatchin' a weave, grudge-fuckin' her in bed
Man, that shit's sad, wakin' up in the mornin'
Lookin' like, "Damn, I was drunk, I was horny"
Never know who you meet in these weird streets
These bitches too cheap and friends switch up in a blink
You think a nigga on one when I'm laid back
A nigga get judged by his past, that's the fact
The judge tryna stretch me out for some misdemeanors
I told the DA beat it, pick twelve, fuck pleadin'
But after seein' my only boy cryin' on the stand
I couldn't hold the tears seein' a gangster break down
[Chorus]
Sly, the slick, the wicked
I don't like it (I don't like 'em, neither), no, no, no, no
The sly, the slick, the wicked
I don't like it (I don't like 'em, neither)
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