Lyrics: Kenneth
Music: Kenneth
She slide in, boom on the edge
Dudes go stiff when she lean that ledge
"Who that chick?" They whisper, "Damn, she fast"
Fanta on board, better buckle that ass
Click-clack boots, grip like glue
She don’t talk slick, just whoosh right through
Jacket snapped, goggles on tilt
Style so clean make ya ego wilt (uh!)
Queen on edge, put respect on rep
Ooh, don’t blink she vanish (poof!)
Came for the ride, now she runnin’ the roof
Powder fly like she castin’ spells
Moves got haters ringin’ bells (ah!!)
Snap that shot, she mid-line flex
Turns on lock, but she cool no stress
(Moves got haters ringin’ bells, ah!!)
She slide in, boom on the edge
She slide in, boom on the edge
edge, edge, edge
She slide in, boom on the edge
Snap that shot, she mid-line flex
Turns on lock, but she cool, no stress
Snap that shot, she mid-line flex
Turns on lock, but she cool, no stress
Girls too busy tryna catch my pace
Copy my pose, still miss that grace
Friends say “wow,” but I play that chill
Smile a bit, but I move for real
Not the loudest, still the light get drawn
Never out front, but I been that one
Boys go blank when I make that move
Had so much to say now they just mute
Slide on the slope with a mind on snap,
Mid-spin talkin’ “who did that?” (That?)
Crew in the back like “hold that cam,”
She flip once more, now run that back
Grip on point, no glitch, no lag,
No cheat code, she built that swag
“Trick or ride?” she grins, “both, duh”
Knees low clean with a stance like uh
She slide in, boom on the edge
(E-E-E-E-E Edge)
boom on the edge
She slide (Slide slide)
boom on the edge
(E-E-E-E-E Edge)
boom on the edge
She slide in, boom on the edge
Snap that shot, she mid-line flex
Turns on lock, but she cool, no stress
Snap that shot, she mid-line flex
Turns on lock, but she cool, no stress
(E-E-E-E-E Edge)
Snap that shot, she mid-line flex
Turns on lock, but she cool, no stress
Snap that shot, she mid-line flex
Turns on lock, but she cool, no stress
(E-E-E-E-E Edge)
Made my mark , they know the name
Didn’t chase fame, but moved the same
One small shift, and the ripple stay
They ride hard but I write the way
Glance to the side, they already froze
Didn’t say much, but they all just know
No last word, just the echo done
Fade to white I’m the quiet one