"Da Slab Line" lyrics

"Da Slab Line"
(feat. Keara Alyse)

You know, seein' is believin'
Texas
Our pull up game much different (It is)
Let me talk to 'em (Fred, shoot, Fred, shoot)

Candy apple over platinum (Platinum), brandywine over gold (Gold)
Winter time, we in the drop, homie, with the rag off and it's cold (Go)
'84 is my rim, nigga, slab holdin', I'm him, nigga
'90 kit and I'm too legit, but them chrome pieces my trim, nigga
I talk slab, I brought slab, I am slab, quit playin' (Playin')
That's eight coats, I want nine coats, I need ten coats, keep sprayin' (Sprayin')
Cadillac in that red dress (Dress), speakers all in my headrest
Spokes and Vogues, I got a fresh set (Yeah) and I'm buyin' shit that they can't get
Tell 'em niggas that the king back (King), all red and that's a clean 'Lac (Clean)
White foreign, they done seen that, H-Town where the dream at (H-Town)
Yeah, the parkin' lot is my pastime ('Time), yes, Lord, that slab mine (Slab)
I'm a Texas boy, but this H-Town and we known for havin' that slab line

Red cars and them blue cars and them street stars, this Texas (This Texas)
I get paid, then I upgrade 'cause my hustle game so hectic (My hustle)
White cups and my smoke loud (Loud), gettin' rich and my block proud (Proud)
One button and my top fall, so understand that I'm not y'all (Oh, oh)
Orange light, green light, top down and we rollin' (Oh, oh)
Boys know that them slabs out, kids know that we holdin' (Oh, oh)
I fell in love with that parkin' lot, H-Town, what they talkin' 'bout? (Oh, what they talkin' 'bout?)
I don't know what they talkin' 'bout, back-back when them players out

I got twenty-fours on that Ghost (Ghost), rest in peace to lil' Toast (Lil' Toast)
When that trunk lift and my whip different on the boulevard, I play the host (I swear)
When that red slide, then that blue ride, then that green line is outside (Outside)
Them orange cars, but we hood stars, so that wineberry my pride (Let's go)
Twenty bands, I'm at the paint shop (Shop), gettin' paper, I can't stop (Stop)
Two pints in my drank spot, niggas mad that they ain't hot
When that glass twistin', them hoes listen, yeah, real nigga don't play (Don't play)
In September with the clear winners, tryna really have it my way
Southside, this tradition (Southside), graduated from the kitchen (I did)
So fuck y'all, I must ball, then hold down my position (Hold)
I'm sellin' rocks out my matchbox (Box), fell in love with that black top (Top)
Got buckskin and it's tucked in and I'm killin' bars when that bread drop (Let's go)

Red cars and them blue cars and them street stars, this Texas (This Texas)
I get paid, then I upgrade 'cause my hustle game so hectic (My hustle)
White cups and my smoke loud (Loud), gettin' rich and my block proud (Proud)
One button and my top fall, so understand that I'm not y'all (Oh, oh)
Orange light, green light, top down and we rollin' (Oh, oh)
Boys know that them slabs out, kids know that we holdin' (Oh, oh)
I fell in love with that parkin' lot, H-Town, what they talkin' 'bout? (Oh)
I don't know what they talkin' 'bout, back-back when them players out

(Fred, shoot, Fred, shoot)


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