Lyrics:
Before I snitch on my clique, I'll fry
Or watch time go by
Niggas want to steal slabs, and dib or dab
In the posse, who steals from the hands that feed
candy paint, sprayed by that Eddie
12 coats of that clear lookin' like some grape jelly
My paint's drippin' wet, my slab is superb
Park the truck
got my eyes closed and a fifth done got me numb
On the cool feeling dumb but I'm still on no, come ready to watch you get done
I'm thinking thoed about
the cream and the cash, by any means I'ma mash
So go get my green out the stash, walk with that beam in ya ass
'Cause I gotta
Hit the block, count that
she dying to fuck, that's just what my average is
Slab and chassis lavishly, wood cabin, digi-dash in it I'm an advocate
Chromed out wheels if you hop
Asshole By Nature
[Trae]
They know I'm here to bring it gangsta, when I'm sitting on something glass
I'm original Screwed Up Click, I don't believe in
And there's no earth beneath my feet.
There are no trees or fields in front of me
Only slabs of concrete.
Skyscrapers reaching up to the clouds,
Don't
of myself motherfucker I done it
Take the tree raise it hit the 50 slab
Bitch I move all of that weight I just might hit my dab
Niggas got that funny
withered cadaver will rot
Decaying on the slab
I take another stab
[solo: "The Mortician's Sword" by L.d. Muerte]
[solo: "Lachrimose Germentation" by S.C.
the ground"
We hunted for four hours or more through parishes sixteen
We hunted for four hours or more and came by Parkworth Green
"Oh, if you'll only spare my
Plant some flowers by my graveside
Just a little bunch of them
Makes no difference what they are, dear
Since your hand has planted them
kept the hard and the soft balls
You doin' math on the calculator
I'm weighin' slabs doin' math on a calculator
And I ain't tryin' to write no essays
on the yay
Your people make a G day, you ain't rich
You just ok
I take the stand under oath and lie
Before I snitch on my clique, I'll fry
Or watch time go by
hear my heart
But damn, it got hit by a Smark bus
And landed in Pontiac
So I tell my mellow to send it back
Come on, wined and my back blow up
Look for
Now I can't pledge allegiance to your flag
'Cause I can't find no reconciliation with your past
When there was nothing equal for my people in your
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
Don't trip extension on the hip don't slip
We just chilling bro watch your lip
We on tilt no problems here
Don't trip
Don't trip my gorillas ducked
You know...get that nigga ass outta here"...
..."I ride by my muthafucking self"...
..."look for me"...
Remix!
One two one two (one two one two)
This the I'ma Boss remix
Meek Milly
Let's go!
I'm ride or die, I'm ridin' by, hollerin' West Side right
a 50 slab divided it up with the team
Sold em all double-down did it again
By then you got enough to buy a quarter ounce
You sellin dimes to forty
the city by my lonesome
Open invitation for anybody want some
The hood say they really feelin' you, mayne
A million records sold, I don't do gold
Fo
ladies and gentlemen
Got me some bread, made some paper
Costly fabrics, minks and gators bitch I'm balling
(diamonds on my chest, keep me looking good
Don't know the whereabouts of my warehouse, 'bout to put his face in a jam
Yeah, yeah, I live every day like my last, I wasn't 'posed to be here
Yeah,
about them Texas boys
Coming down in candy toys
Texas boys roll Slab's rolling slow and never fast
Cuz we sitting on glass and we showing off this cash
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