Lyrics:
them hundred dollar slabs
If I want it n****, I could get a hundred on the tab
Sell 'em all, double down, n**** do the math
Think I won't pull up in
stuntin' in a 'lac
Chicken in the oven, wall safe for the stack
Bought a brand new range, and a brand new 'bac
Old school caddy, fifth wheel slab back
ya, Chinese, Spanish, black, white
I got X
Method slabs and cocaine
So the feds want to search us
Like Arabs boardin' the planes
I'm in
we smashing
I mix the pimping with the rapping bitch
Twin Ferrai's, on the slab you know I do this shit
Call Gucci cause he only one can spot this
crabs
I got a body full of stabs
Put lil' woadie on a slab
I'm so loaded, I just laugh
Brick of coke, I sold for half
I just smoked an ounce
on the bridge to Harlem
You stepped on carpet, the flag
We sharpen the swag
Ten racks for the marble slab (skrrt)
Pool kitchen sink (sink), six layer paint
slab rat white as a tic-tac
Why don't you take a dirt nap
You make me laugh and I know who I'm laughing at
Big Jersey hoo-haa
Like your style, like
through the clique until everybody burn 'em out
How you lovin' that icin' on the cake right
Miami girls hit that white and shake it all night
Slab
In A-T-L I get my Gucci down at Phipps nigga
We call 'em slabs in New York they call 'em whips nigga
One hundred baby - Eightball gotta dip nigga
drops
Lucci go the new grill spilled in blue rocks
Clean old school, down the slab with the paint stock
The kid's kinda guapish, you know Imma big talk
Kept slabs like french fries
Circles like Moon Pies
4s like wagon wheels
Quarters like potato pies
My major would be culinary
Whip game, unordinary
fell off, well I'm back up again
In the trap, got the slabs in the soup can
I just hit your boo and
Now I'm smashing her friend
I be rolling up the herb,
the scene, dead flies on ya ass
I feel codeine in my tank
But I'ma pump 89 for the gas
Summertime niggas on the grind with the slab
Overtime nigga finna ride
me, bitches do the mad dash
He will motion approaching up in the slab
Drink and smoking when they come to the pad
She just looking at me cuz
She know I
the trash can put it on my tab
Rich nigga
I'm a rich nigga still jugging slabs
Rich nigga still trapping
I'm rich I still bust it down
Rich nigga run in your
for you and me to check in
I met with the gal from Expo
And they do have the "slab" cabinets in white
She thinks we can take the measurements
Down
format it now they gotta jock it,
my slim cut jeans haters try to knock it now them same
mother fuckers keep 501's
then be bumpin' that slab bub.
Rollin'
At the King Of Denmark and the Fortune Of War
A handsome lad lay in a Hansom cab
Soon to be a stiff 'un on the slab
From a resurrectionist, medical scientist
will improve my town
Stacking concrete slabs
Me and you my pluto
Will you be with me on that day?
We'll be watching and smiling
At last it's over
always go back to the trap I ever get tired of the rap
They know I hit that slab and I put vitamins in the crack, yeah
And I'm poppin' fraud, look like
Memphis, that 666, Trip Six shit, bitches
A fifty box of them Swishers, gold slabs on them 6's
In the back seat full of bitches, tryna hit licks, we gon'
beat it
Fuck them hard slabs, now I sleep on Tempur-Pedic
I'm going hard 'cause my family need me
Mama said if I believe it, I can achieve it
Can't
got 9 niggas with me, 8 of them are felons
9 Fresh off the slab
Tell 'em fuck it, gon' front you the whole half
Pussy cat niggas, they got 9 lives
So
Your slab rat white as a tic-tac
Why don't you take a dirt nap
You make me laugh and I know who I'm laughing at
Big Jersey hoo-haa
Like your style,
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