Fog City Slide

Intro

Yeah

West coast slide

Thizz what it is

Chorus

Got the .40 on my hip when I'm creepin' through the fog

Thizz face, money chase, talkin' out my log

Fast lane, switch lane, hit the gas and I'm gone

Cutthroat billi, rubberband bankroll long

Verse 1

Corner store, quarter-water, two for a dollar

White tee, blue rag, pocket full of scholar

Grind all winter, shine like the summer

Run the block like a quarterback, no fumbler

Got that slap from the trunk, Mac-style flow

Slap a fifty on the bar, let the whole scene know

Pre-Chorus

And I'm foggin' up the frame

Thizzel in my veins

Pour a little out for the ones who didn't make it

Chorus

Got the .40 on my hip when I'm creepin' through the fog

Thizz face, money chase, talkin' out my log

Fast lane, switch lane, hit the gas and I'm gone

Cutthroat billi, rubberband bankroll long

Verse 2

She a dime from the 5-1-0, ride or die

Sour diesel on the low, keep her lifted high

Yellow tape on the floor, studio in the back

Record heat on a two-track, never goin' back

Hood fame, cheap thrills, realer than a bill

Still posted on the hill watchin' the city spill

Pre-Chorus

And I'm foggin' up the frame

Thizzel in my veins

Pour a little out for the ones who didn't make it

Chorus

Got the .40 on my hip when I'm creepin' through the fog

Thizz face, money chase, talkin' out my log

Fast lane, switch lane, hit the gas and I'm gone

Cutthroat billi, rubberband bankroll long

Bridge

Runnin' from the cops in a stolen four-door

Hyphy till the wheels fall off, forever yours

Sideway tilts, glocks, and stolen kilos

This the sound that made the whole Bay Area kelo

Chorus

Got the .40 on my hip when I'm creepin' through the fog

Thizz face, money chase, talkin' out my log

Fast lane, switch lane, hit the gas and I'm gone

Cutthroat billi, rubberband bankroll long