Da Slab Line

You know

Seeing is believing

Texas

Our pull up game much different

Let me talk to 'em

Candy apple over platinum

Brandy wine over gold

Wintertime we in the drop, homie

With the rag off and it's cold

84s is my rims, *****

Slab hard and I'm him, *****

90 kit, I'm too legit

But them chrome pieces my trim, *****

I talk slab, I bought slab

I am slab, quit playin'

That's eight coats, I want nine coats

I need ten coats, keep sprayin'

Cadillac in that red dress

Speakers all in my headrest

Spokes and vogues, I got a fresh set

And I'm buyin' shit that they can't get

Tell them ***** that the king back

All red and that's a clean Lac

White foreign, they done seen that

H-Town, where the dream at

Yeah, the parkin' lot my pastime

Yes Lord, that's slab time

I'm a Texas boy, this H-Town

And we known for havin' that slab line

Red cars and them blue cars

And them street stars, this Texas

I get paid and I upgrade

'Cause my hustle game so hectic

White cups and my smoke loud

Gettin' rich and my block proud

One button and my top fall

So understand that I'm not y'all

Orange line, green line

Top down and we rollin'

Boys know that them slabs out

Haters know that we holdin'

I fell in love with that parkin' lot

H-Town, what they talkin' 'bout?

I don't know what they talkin' 'bout

Back there when them playas out

I got 24s on that Ghost

Rest in peace to Lil Toast

When that trunk lift in my whip

Different on the boulevard, I play the host

When that red slide and that blue ridin'

That green line is outside

Them orange cars, but we hood stars

So that wine bury my pride