Lyrics:
fly by ya
Call it what you want
But the Lac stay way liver
Boppers all on my dick, with the trunk up
Beating up the Boulevard
With the beat pumped up
Oh no, there go them Texas boys banging in a fo' do'
Top fell out the drop, crawling on 84's
Think of taking my slab, baby I don't think so
My
[Talking]
Yo, it's T2 and S.L.A.B
It's a remix, yes sir
[Trae]
They say that I'm not wrecking, I'm about to teach 'em a lesson
How niggaz get
Oh no, there go them Texas boys banging in a fo' do'
Top fell out the drop, crawling on 84's
Think of taking my slab, baby I don't think so
My
32 inches around, my neck
Guerilla Maab, all in my deck
Dougie D and Trae, just wrecked
A skeet taste, on 3D-2
Slowed down and chopped, by DJ Screw
Me
through
With a tilted bumper kit
Guess who never left
But he back for the first time
Doing it like a star plus it's certified
By the way that I tip my car
long to save you
I was getting my dick sucked, by my secretary
She asked me my sign, I told her bitch Aires
I stay on Barbary and Scott, 5000 block
I
time
Doing it like a star plus it's certified
By the way that I tip my car
Screw done told me back in the gap
That half these bitches wasn't shit
So I'm
'Mash', and weigh work
Got shot and woke up out a coma, could've been way worse
But now I'm living for my niggas
Locked deep down in the prison hole
make my feddy, by the rock and the Houpe
That don't stay fly, I get fly too
Trying to hop out of line, put a n**** in his place
Serve up his chest,
out the slab, Dickies sagging with my chains on
Hopping fly, 'cause they seen the dropper with them thangs on
Lord knows, Trae'll leave them niggas
I'ma go on and shine
Baller block niggas
On glass when I hop the lane
It's a damn shame
The way my top drop and swang
My slab doubling
And niggas be
can't get broke
And that's all I know
Maintaining, doing my thang
Swanging in a slab, gripping on wood grain
That's just the life that I chose
Don't worry
screw in my veins
And the way I swang
Swang
You can tell its screw in my veins
Slow beat with bang
You can tell it's screw in my veins
Uh
Slab it out
back here we come
Me and Trae done make a way
Gotta get paid like Em and Dre
And I am whatever you say
Doing my thing till I'm old and grey
Grey and old
Uh oh, S-L-A-B soldiers in this bitch mayn
Trae on the mic mayn, my lil' brother Galo
Classy D yes sir, it go down mayn
Slab soldiers for real
Mob
game, threw haters out of range
I use to be broke
Now they say I look strange
Prolly cause my do's flying up, like planes
Nigga, Lil' Trae don't play no
I'm hiding out and smokin' herb
Because my boss is getting on my motherfucking nerves
But I gotta take it 'cause it's cold outside (it's cold outside)
I'm hiding out and smokin' herb
Because my boss is getting on my motherfucking nerves
But I gotta take it 'cause it's cold outside (it's cold outside)
grill
Tilt on a lane and I'm setting it off
See me and my click can't take a loss
Me and Lil B gon break it off
S-L-A-B be wilding out
I'm setting it off
can't get broke
And that's all I know
Maintaining, doing my thang
Swanging in a slab, gripping on wood grain
That's just the life that I chose
Don't worry
back with your mama
You ain't never seen a grinder that grind the way I grind, huh?
Top of my drop still missin' as Osama
(Still breaking boys off,
stay
I'm the truth in these streets
Sitting in a black home
Front door and full of some'ing
Black on some black chrome
I grind full time, till my money
the drop, trunk pop and wave
These hoes be bopping, when my screens lit
I fly right by, so they don't even benefit
To get close to me, or SLAB
We threw up
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