The Slab

I been on the slab, aye Late night smoking Fueled up on that gas And ain't no telling what I'm holding Fam just hit me up, he texted me Asked me where I'm at I replied a car behind them bags Bout to get off the slab, yea I been on the slab, aye Late night smoking Fueled up on that gas And ain't no telling what I'm holding Fam just hit me up, he texted me Asked me where I'm at I replied a car behind them bags Bout to get of the slab, yea I'm doing the dash like forties Drop the pack off a Corey's, I'm Moving state to state I time travel, Rick and Morty, see I don't think you understand what I'm doing When ya boy J pull up on the scene So fresh, so clean when I'm dropping off the ice cream Pay up, dap up, now we rolling up like thirteen Blunts of the Irene Stackin up my green Nothin but the blue and the red inks Wake up, water to my face Looking in the mirror with my hands on the bathroom sink Blink a few times, it's a daily grind Best believe ya boy can comprehend ya struggle You exchanging money for ya time Make it worth your while Better shine Never turn ya back on ya hustle Getting money make it double, ew Ya'll in trouble, ew Bout to have my passport soon I'll tell ya'll where I flew If money don't grow on tress Then why do banks have branches PNF diamonds dancing Shit so cold, avalanches I been on the slab, aye Late night smoking Fueled up on that gas And ain't no telling what I'm holding Fam just hit me up, he texted me Asked me where I'm at I replied a car behind them bags Bout to get off the slab, yea I been on the slab, aye Late night smoking Fueled up on that gas And ain't no telling what I'm holding Fam just hit me up, he texted me Asked me where I'm at I replied a car behind them bags Bout to get off the slab, yea I'm going long distance like a marathon Eyes so low like Viet Cong Tryna trace my every move So believe my GPS never on On and off, off and on On the slab off them exits, I'm Tryna paint ya'll the bigger picture but Ya'll still looking at the sketches, aye Money, money, fifties and them hundreds Best believe ya boy been on his hustle ever since he was a munchkin I been coming up from nothin Now I'm ballin' yea I'm jumping Fade away on you bitches yea I'm clutching, aye Bout to have my visa, ew So its time to cop a foreign watch Tryna stack my money up So I can cop that foreign Drop, Cos I been on the slab, aye Late night smoking Fueled up on that gas And ain't no telling what I'm holding Fam just hit me up, he texted me Asked me where I'm at I replied a car behind them bags Bout to get off the slab, yea I been on the slab, aye Late night smoking Fueled up on that gas And ain't no telling what I'm holding Fam just hit me up, he texted me Asked me where I'm at I replied a car behind them bags Bout to get off the slab, yea