Slab-Chopped by Rawtunez

He was sit-in on his slab Moving his work Pocket full of cash Blowing on the purp Sipping on lean Selling girls dreams Them Texas boys all know what I mean Chevy sat high, caddie sat low Gripping on the grain, poking elbows Sitting on leather, riding on blades Boppers gon bop, boys gon hate I'm out learning, searching Trying to come up on a bag Seen that boy sitting on a slab With the trunk popped open And the top drop down Boy coming through With the ocean wave sound He was basin, super basin I mean he had the mirrors shaking He really quaking Belt and buckle stitch and tuck Know how that boy slide on glass I swear the neon change colors Every time I pass But he grinding, steady grinding Steady shining Ice water on his chest Say the "boys run the town" And "boys run the state" So im plotting on a mission on How to get this cake And the cake been baked Im saying, when there's food on the table Know I'm gonna eats aint playing no games Aint no trick or treat Trying shoot from your head to your fuckin feet But the laws shut it down That's just how it be He was sit-in on his slab Moving his work Pocket full of cash Blowing on the purp Sipping on lean Selling girls dreams Them Texas boys all know what I mean Chevy sat high, caddie sat low Gripping on the grain, poking elbows Sitting on leather, riding on blades Boppers gon bop, boys gon hate Mean machine super poking crawling real slow Touching line, touching line that's just how it go Sipping line after line thats just how it go Doing line after line you know how it go You know them thangs poking out on a chevy truck Fifth wheel on back go and test ya luck Shid I peep the scene for the pressure bruh (Yeah) I'm really here for the pressure bruh (Yeah) Seen that boy pulling over trying to fill his tank Draw'd down on him with it, sharp as a shank He was shining like a disco ball was in his mouth I don't really give a damn it be lights out I need everything you holding poppa (Yeah) Better break me off something proper (Yeah) You don't want to die in front ya bopper (Yeah) Just remember next time I pop up He was sit-in on his slab Moving his work Pocket full of cash Blowing on the purp Sipping on lean Selling girls dreams Them Texas boys all know what I mean Chevy sat high, caddie sat low Gripping on the grain, poking elbows Sitting on leather, riding on blades Boppers gon bop, boys gon hate Whole top diamond and the bottom rose gold Sitting on the slab I was running up the hoes Running pass the tole, hoes on my pole I don't give a f*ck cause a nigga got goals "Man hold up, hold up I promise you Im faded on this one"