SLABS

Hook:
Slabs to the face when I’m back at the heezy
Tryna slab in a caddy 4 door
Tryna get my hands on a stack of that cash paper chasing
Since a player had the Monte Carlo
Bouncing for the bills
Stuffing swishers w the kill
Ima get it how i live
Flip it all and make more
Baby we can chill
But we gotta split the bill
I ain’t tricking
I ain’t cuffing nothing but a bank roll

Verse::
Smoking slabs in the back of a slab
That’s a
That’s a Mood
That’s a
That’s a move
That
Chimney ivory
Driving the whole crew
We calico like the cat
Felines peeping the movement
Chop & screw this
Flavor LA to Houston
Cookies Seattle baked
Can’t even tell ya the strain
Ladies loving my thoughts
But hate when I ask for brain
Im straight when I’m kicking game
Your favorite chocolate
BA
Who got the kill
Sticky butter for real
Mixing shatter in sauces
Rosin to couch lock em
Clowning excessive coughing
Sweating and bout to vomit
Maybe you need to stop it
Dropping shitt on the carpet
Welcome to outer orbit
Walking on top of dreams
The empire of the sun
This planet was made for me
Black as the mirror screen
Loving the fact I’m free
Wanting nothing but green
Paper, credit & trees

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