Lyrics:
Way
Make My Slab Sway Down Here that's How We Play
Ridin Down Mlk Chuckin Dueces To That Trae (Where you At Trae)
Niggas On The Grind Mayne Boyz Is
Slow Loud And Bangin
And you'll be in the dust
It's a known fact I
Got a mouthpiece contaminated
Niggas hate it knowing they can't fade it
Innovated by
I just popped my trunk got my city shaking
When I pull the slab out got these boppers crazy
Riding with my lady this shit so amazing
Candy coated
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
whoa, yeah
Roaming ‘round the earth
Thinking ‘bout my city
Yeah the place of my birth
Every time I hear the name I
Get a pain in my shirt
Right next
families into special Ed
Walk in the shop with my glock I need bread
Y'all thought I was gon rob em nah bitch I need food
Dissing or not it depends on my
the kitchen
Me, Dougie D, Trae, K all on a mission
On a mission, all in the back of the Expedition
Me and my G's, we all be hitting
Coming through your
When the slabs in the city beat
That screw off in the back
Poking eye, keep them spinners
Eating Frenchy's chicken dinner
Family came from 3rd Ward Scott
tradition down in Texas
Roll Cadillac we don't fuck with no Lexus
Bitch by my side in my ride lookin' lovely
Pour up out the paint we ain't sippin' on no
the slab we cruise discrete
You down to ride? Keep that thang in the passenger when I cruise the street
Ain’t gotta worry bout nothing girl but enjoying life
Niggas be stressing me, niggas be testing me
Taking my kindness for a weakness
In this industry niggas be stressing me
Trying to get everything for
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
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
Shit big, 9
5 Flow, man, you know what I'm sayin'
BigWalkDog bigWalkDog
Ay, School, just play the beat, bro
Kingmatic
It's only two P's in the city
tradition down in Texas
Roll Cadillac we don't fuck with no Lexus
Bitch by my side in my ride lookin' lovely
Pour up out the paint we ain't sippin' on no
My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them
The relevance
Stop by, tryna see a nigga
All I buy is these trees, king
100 ki's in them
don't wear my britches tight
I wear them loose
Active Athlete for all my footwear
Homie I got too many shoes
I'm the man in my city
Tell them niggas I
tradition down in Texas
Roll Cadillac we don't fuck with no Lexus
Bitch by my side in my ride lookin' lovely
Pour up out the paint we ain't sippin' on no
Come take a peek into my head
Come see the magic of my mind
You might see me as I'm
Locked up in here
But ill be climbing the
Eifel in Paris tonight
younger than Trae
Down in the A
In and out there getting bread I think ya notice in my Js
Flying out in first class like I'm stuck in Pre-K
Touchdown in
Picture me swangin' on 84s like I ain't got no respect for my elders
Picture me putting on for my whole city
I'm dripped out in Houston rigalia, aye
the bitch, pick it up, put it back in my hand
Bankrol, that kid who been rappin' in spazzin And he been puttin' on for the city by the bay
Bankrol from Texas,
wear my britches tight
I wear them loose
Active Athlete for all my footwear
Homie I got too many shoes
I'm the man in my city
Tell them niggas I won't
and these boys ain't playin'!
95 degrees in the city, the top vanish
L-Dog covered in chrome, my Lac's Spanish
Paint job still ain't right? Then keep
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