Lyrics:
on dubs
(Down here) we keep a chicken head up in the club
(Down here) my thugs they get nothing but love
(Down here) we off the chain like you thought we
Foot on the gas
I'm on the ave
That foreign slab
Them Texas tags
I gotta have
Wood on my dash
Leather my ass
Skating on glass
These bitches bad
These
back to benny row
Bitches in my kitchen with the semi's on the floor
All I know I want him dead by tonight
With his head in his lap and his body
bottles
So holla I'm saving my way to an M
Going full throttle
Don't need me no models
They still wanna follow me 'cause I'm the man
Give me a slab I'll
on my Mongoose (ayy)
Smoke purp' by the pound (pound), Goose by the fifth (fifth)
Re-up on the first then again on the fifth (yeah)
We trap or die
on my Mongoose (ayy)
Smoke purp' by the pound (pound), Goose by the fifth (fifth)
Re-up on the first then again on the fifth (yeah)
We trap or die
Centre, and, and Trae
So went down on my knees, I make a call to God like he the last one left
It's kinda hard to get through it, I'm still yellin' for
in my slab
But I could still catch boopas if I drove a cab
A young Houston hard hitter all about the scrilla
Riding some candy coated crawlin' like
on black Excursion
With the hood facing up
And 24 inches on my shoes the
Only way I'm lacin up
ABN is what I'm claiming
With a slab that's rearrangin
Movin
How do you do
I see you've met my faithful handyman
He's just a little brought down because
When you knocked
He thought you were the Candyman
I'm rich
Flip the pack by myself til my plug outta zips aye
Banxious told me get it so I got it and we split em
I been on my grind make sure they know
back out
I got ready to pull the mack out
Sandwiched him by the theater of 610
Unloaded the pistol now dirt is now what his dick's in
Shit I seen a slab
like a Superbowl kickoff (kickoff)
My slab got a lot of fuckers pissed off
(pissed off)
Yeah, paint shine like lip gloss
Cadillac got a wide body like
and
Take it right to the ave
Where hustlers pump blow, and chop up slabs
Man I could get you whacked for
A brick and a half
Hit the booth and put my life
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
write a rhyme away
I got a call from Mr. Rogers just the other day tellin' me he by my side
I'm like what the fuck you talkin' 'bout 'til he told me
write a rhyme away
I got a call from Mr. Rogers just the other day tellin' me he by my side
I'm like what the fuck you talkin' 'bout 'til he told me
the gas
Slidin' with my H-Town podna, we in a slab
By my Miami bitch, she got the fake ass
But she make real cash in a flash
Keep the E in it, Chevy's
em'
Back to Benning Road
Strippa bitches in my kitchen with
The semi's on the floor
All I know I want him dead by tonight
With his head in his lap
[Hook]
Red in my eye, yeah we're Fried like arson
Flying into the sky, we're as High as martians
I got slabs of dabs, whats on the platter make your
it's a slab of steak
Prolly do that soon, but that shit is gonna have to wait
Killed the beat, so by the end it's done passed away
No kidding, going ham
Family
Pearl Cadillac on D's and Vogues, flip flops, T-shirts and Dickies
It's the return of Billy Ocean, Cuervo is my drink
Stank, stank means you got
[Verse 1]
U so bad they be gettin mad
Somebody that they wish they had
Ur a dime and u know ur mine
Flippin wit u rite in my slab
Relationship ain't
to the slab
Altar Stone, our carnal stash
Our lord awakes from it's rest
Vital form begins to hatch
Infantile abomination
A goat child, raised by the moon
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