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He was sit-in on his slab
Moving his work
Pocket full of cash
Blowing on the purp
Sipping on lean
Selling girls dreams
Them Texas boys all know what I mean
Chevy sat high, caddie sat low
Gripping on the grain, poking elbows
Sitting on leather, riding on blades
Boppers gon bop, boys gon hate

I'm out learning, searching 
Trying to come up on a bag
Seen that boy sitting on a slab
With the trunk popped open
And the top drop down
Boy coming through
With the ocean wave sound
He was basin, super basin
I mean he had the mirrors shaking
He really quaking
Belt and buckle stitch and tuck
Know how that boy slide on glass
I swear the neon change colors
Every time I pass
But he grinding, steady grinding 
Steady shining
Ice water on his chest
Say the "boys run the town"
And "boys run the state"
So im plotting on a mission on
How to get this cake
And the cake been baked
Im saying, when there's food on the table
Know I'm gonna eats aint playing no games
Aint no trick or treat 
Trying shoot from your head to your fuckin feet
But the laws shut it down 
That's just how it be

He was sit-in on his slab
Moving his work
Pocket full of cash
Blowing on the purp
Sipping on lean
Selling girls dreams
Them Texas boys all know what I mean
Chevy sat high, caddie sat low
Gripping on the grain, poking elbows
Sitting on leather, riding on blades
Boppers gon bop, boys gon hate

Mean machine super poking crawling real slow
Touching line, touching line that's just how it go
Sipping line after line thats just how it go
Doing line after line you know how it go
You know them thangs poking out on a chevy truck
Fifth wheel on back go and test ya luck
Shid I peep the scene for the pressure bruh
(Yeah)
I'm really here for the pressure bruh
(Yeah)
Seen that boy pulling over trying to fill his tank
Draw'd down on him with it, sharp as a shank
He was shining like a disco ball was in his mouth
I don't really give a damn it be lights out
I need everything you holding poppa
(Yeah)
Better break me off something proper
(Yeah)
You don't want to die in front ya bopper
(Yeah)
Just remember next time I pop up

He was sit-in on his slab
Moving his work
Pocket full of cash
Blowing on the purp
Sipping on lean
Selling girls dreams
Them Texas boys all know what I mean
Chevy sat high, caddie sat low
Gripping on the grain, poking elbows
Sitting on leather, riding on blades
Boppers gon bop, boys gon hate

Whole top diamond and the bottom rose gold
Sitting on the slab I was running up the hoes
Running pass the tole, hoes on my pole
I don't give a f*ck cause a nigga got goals
"Man hold up, hold up I promise you
Im faded on this one"

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