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Ambitionz of a SLYDA Video (MV)




Performed By: Gudda Chyld
Length: 3:16
Written by: DeJean Johnson




Gudda Chyld - Ambitionz of a SLYDA Lyrics
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I can't deny it, I'm a straight slyda,(umhmm)
You don't want spin on me (ahuh)
Now what the f*ck did you expect? I make that slydin nigga music
Uncircumcised the gat that pull it back, just to use it
That pop up like a dog and out the blue, leave em clueless
That test the waters, is he really livin'? Or he useless?
My brother's leavin' footprints on everything, that's on everything
Up for spinnin', then we comin' back, that's that boomerang
Up the sco, and skrrt'n in a Scat, packin' everything (skrrt, skrrt)
F*ck his hoe and skeeted on her back, let that condom hang
Bitches spot my bread and get to wonder like a pilgrim
New Orleans nigga to the west, I feel like Tookie Williams
My young bull keep that power tool, in case he gotta drill sum
Pulled up, now he sayin' he ain't gangsta, Terrence Williams
Tchouppa City Baby, got the hood goin' ape shit
Niggas false claimin' like they cool, hate that fake shit
Niggas left his potna, cold blooded, that's that snake shit
Left a nigga lookin' for the help, how he ate shit, tuh
Look, I ain't shit, I'm petty and impatient
Tweakin' and I'm pacin', I'll turn him to a patient
My city built on top of grave and you'll be dead on top of that
My niggas shoot to kill, you in the field, we take you out of that
Grievin' over blood that's spilled, I know you want your potna back
Got them painkills, it's fentanyl, I told him Percocets
Nigga, how you feel for real? Don't give a f*ck bout none of that
Gang full of pussies and you niggas not the Thunder Cats
Hit that inbox, sent your last bitch a message
Just to play ya ex box and I ain't talkin' PlayStation
Bust her up for the drop, spinnin' with that Smith & Wesson
Dead ops everywhere, bots in the comment section
Rat ass niggas, favorite hero, probably Robocop
Square-ass niggas, steppin' on 'em, playin' hopscotch
Bear arms, nigga, leave him smokey like a forest fire
Red dots on him, got him lookin' like it's monkey pox
Keep that stick beside me like I'm blind with a cane (ahuh)
And once this mask off, it's gettin' uglier than Kane (yeah)
Have that yoppa rainin' on him, dancin for Lil' Saint
All face shots, who dat? Chantin' for the Saints (who dat)
Demon mode, bitch, I'm sendin' niggas with a halo (ahuh)
F*ck a Draco, I want them guns off a Halo (yeah)
I'm on a payroll, Cashapp the link in the bio
My yop stick beside me like that bitch off Steve Wilkos (ahuh)
Marchin' on a nigga like he born in February (yeah)
My settemup's be lookin' just as good as Halle Berry (yeah)
Ain't no sunshine when I'm gone, bitch, you gettin' buried
Get you picked off with that scope, I just sent a Hail Mary
Who that want that smoke from Gudda? Out that 13th (VL)
Shoutout to my nigga Kutta, gotta free B.G.
And I ain't talkin' no new beef, may he rest in peace
Caught him lackin, swipe him out his food like a EBT
I be M.I.A., and I ain't even talkin' Florida, probably jocin
Liking bitches' pictures, stayin' up in Georgia
Drop his body by the levees, he can't hold no water (nope)
Catch that slaughter, shots leave his dreads weak Dwayne Carter (Wayne)
Uptown we been that, (yeah)
Nigga, we gon' stay that (yeah)
If you only tourin' St. Charles, then bitch, say that
Nigga, f*ck your get-back, I ain't with the chit-chat
Hollows be the truth, G-Lock speakin' all facts
Another win, y'all lost, sorry for y'all losses
A quick pick, now he's scratched off, power balled him
Sticks singin', I'm summer walkin', you niggas fallin'
Let's hit a lick, grab a blick, Walmart now a target
Hit sis from the back ain't hit her back, it's how I dawged her
A stack on top of racks, another day up in the office (ahuh)
I got my niggas on go, get to steppin' like I'm Martin (yeah)
Holdin' somethin' like a pogo, make it jump man like some Jordan's
Child watchin' Coco Melon, f*ck your mama's shark then
Play shoot around his Polo logo
Just from all that horsin', nigga
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I can't deny it, I'm a straight slyda,(umhmm)
You don't want spin on me (ahuh)
Now what the f*ck did you expect? I make that slydin nigga music
Uncircumcised the gat that pull it back, just to use it
That pop up like a dog and out the blue, leave em clueless
That test the waters, is he really livin'? Or he useless?
My brother's leavin' footprints on everything, that's on everything
Up for spinnin', then we comin' back, that's that boomerang
Up the sco, and skrrt'n in a Scat, packin' everything (skrrt, skrrt)
F*ck his hoe and skeeted on her back, let that condom hang
Bitches spot my bread and get to wonder like a pilgrim
New Orleans nigga to the west, I feel like Tookie Williams
My young bull keep that power tool, in case he gotta drill sum
Pulled up, now he sayin' he ain't gangsta, Terrence Williams
Tchouppa City Baby, got the hood goin' ape shit
Niggas false claimin' like they cool, hate that fake shit
Niggas left his potna, cold blooded, that's that snake shit
Left a nigga lookin' for the help, how he ate shit, tuh
Look, I ain't shit, I'm petty and impatient
Tweakin' and I'm pacin', I'll turn him to a patient
My city built on top of grave and you'll be dead on top of that
My niggas shoot to kill, you in the field, we take you out of that
Grievin' over blood that's spilled, I know you want your potna back
Got them painkills, it's fentanyl, I told him Percocets
Nigga, how you feel for real? Don't give a f*ck bout none of that
Gang full of pussies and you niggas not the Thunder Cats
Hit that inbox, sent your last bitch a message
Just to play ya ex box and I ain't talkin' PlayStation
Bust her up for the drop, spinnin' with that Smith & Wesson
Dead ops everywhere, bots in the comment section
Rat ass niggas, favorite hero, probably Robocop
Square-ass niggas, steppin' on 'em, playin' hopscotch
Bear arms, nigga, leave him smokey like a forest fire
Red dots on him, got him lookin' like it's monkey pox
Keep that stick beside me like I'm blind with a cane (ahuh)
And once this mask off, it's gettin' uglier than Kane (yeah)
Have that yoppa rainin' on him, dancin for Lil' Saint
All face shots, who dat? Chantin' for the Saints (who dat)
Demon mode, bitch, I'm sendin' niggas with a halo (ahuh)
F*ck a Draco, I want them guns off a Halo (yeah)
I'm on a payroll, Cashapp the link in the bio
My yop stick beside me like that bitch off Steve Wilkos (ahuh)
Marchin' on a nigga like he born in February (yeah)
My settemup's be lookin' just as good as Halle Berry (yeah)
Ain't no sunshine when I'm gone, bitch, you gettin' buried
Get you picked off with that scope, I just sent a Hail Mary
Who that want that smoke from Gudda? Out that 13th (VL)
Shoutout to my nigga Kutta, gotta free B.G.
And I ain't talkin' no new beef, may he rest in peace
Caught him lackin, swipe him out his food like a EBT
I be M.I.A., and I ain't even talkin' Florida, probably jocin
Liking bitches' pictures, stayin' up in Georgia
Drop his body by the levees, he can't hold no water (nope)
Catch that slaughter, shots leave his dreads weak Dwayne Carter (Wayne)
Uptown we been that, (yeah)
Nigga, we gon' stay that (yeah)
If you only tourin' St. Charles, then bitch, say that
Nigga, f*ck your get-back, I ain't with the chit-chat
Hollows be the truth, G-Lock speakin' all facts
Another win, y'all lost, sorry for y'all losses
A quick pick, now he's scratched off, power balled him
Sticks singin', I'm summer walkin', you niggas fallin'
Let's hit a lick, grab a blick, Walmart now a target
Hit sis from the back ain't hit her back, it's how I dawged her
A stack on top of racks, another day up in the office (ahuh)
I got my niggas on go, get to steppin' like I'm Martin (yeah)
Holdin' somethin' like a pogo, make it jump man like some Jordan's
Child watchin' Coco Melon, f*ck your mama's shark then
Play shoot around his Polo logo
Just from all that horsin', nigga
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Writer: DeJean Johnson
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