Lyrics:
never seen a slab
I'm quick to hitchhike, I'm out the Lyft if I see a cab
My fit cost a mortgage, I been playin' in a different bag
Got two spots
back
One thang I know fa sho
I'm going down in history for this one
Trae the motherfucking Truth
I'm pushing this bitch asshole By Nature
Now they hear
an orange
She, Dragged me outside by the courtyard and all of the women enmasked, wait
They had a nigga laying on a marble slab and his chest had a gash, whoa
looking so live
84's and vogues, we glide
Screwzoo, you know we holding it down
[Trae]
Niggas ain't ready, for what we do
When I'm in my drop, or in
I'm just getting to the bag yeah Pushing them slabs flipping them racks dealing what I have on the a v e yeah If a niggah acting bad imma put him
Ol Nat down to Godby
Flat shoals up to creel
Cloud high like God be
Waffle house to Holyfield
Cashed checks by Kilroys
Bought blunts at texaco
Pull
saying
We still putting it in they face
And if you don't know
SLAB, Slow Loud And Bangin
Forever gon show up
But ay I want you to peep this
Me and Trae
Ice, ice cream, ice cream paint job
I'm loud, I'm loud like a super bowl kickoff,
My slab got a lot of niggas pissed off
Paint shine like lip
Saying" and "what it do?"
And if a nigga don't like it
Tell them bitches I rep Texas
Topless in the slab I come through
Elbow and Vogues and expensive
that on my tab, break that
Lay you on the slab and watch how i carry the track yea
Put that on my back, and put your ass to the ground
Out for blood
hitting the scene, dripping that paint off the slab
That's a Highlight
They hating the swag, the faces they make when they mad
That's a Highlight
Highlight,
not a drake song
Bumping Dj Screw & get my gray tape on
Rip Pimp C
Rip Big Hawk
It's ABN like I'm trae da truth
And I represent it like I'm Lil Boss
[Trae]
[Z-Ro]
I wish I could have my loved ones back
Cause I'd love to have my loved ones back (if only for one niiiight)
[Trae]
We don't have to feel
Somethin' like a bad habit, we ain't have it, we gon' take it
Came up off a fifty slab, now my bag big as yappers
Workers beggin' me for time off, askin' me
the gun
I just don't know
Did I die by the hand
Did I die by the gun
Feelin so so cold
What's wrong with me
Everything's so cold
On a slab in the morgue
But
straw
Tomorrow I make my way alone
All my ambitions have made this pair
J'me left'm overwhelmed by nettles
By the brambles of this bitch of living
My
Bankrol, he hop on the beat and he kill it
Told his lil' ho, suck my dick till I'm finish
Ridin' the slab, you would think I'm still tippin
33 shots like my
You see me on the block every T I roll off
The trunk raise up and
Everything else fall off
Slabs is automatic if the
South get called off
The top
ain't easy to be seen
When you see me ride by, they can see the gleam
And my shine on the deck and the TV screen
And I'm ridin' with a new chick, she
Asshole By motherfucking Nature
Don't use my motherfucking name
For no pass out here
I ain't putting no stamp on that shit
Bitch I'm here to collect
wanna know my whereabouts
My nigga Trae say he poppin' out with slabs
Thought this was my yay spot
Thick white bitch run up on me
Shit feel like Baywatch
the drop, sittin low, 84s lookin dangerous
My swagga got me in da hood lookin like I was famous
My naked wrist look like it got hit by a couple of paintas
I'm
the drop, sittin low, 84s lookin dangerous
My swagga got me in da hood lookin like I was famous
My naked wrist look like it got hit by a couple of paintas
I'm
Welcome to Slab Rider, Righteous Mezz
30 stops to get this rock, on the block
16 shots in this hot, police Glock
Jackers plot at the spot, by my cot
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