crawling Candy do's low pro's and the TV's falling, and a bad yellowbone that hear me calling It's my time to shine cause the Lord allowed it, gotta rise
a hoe, I'm letting hoes know I gotta get a fucking P L A T but first a G O L D, a motherfucking plack I keep it straight and simple like that Hit a bitch
a hoe, I'm letting hoes know I gotta get a fucking P-L-A-T, but first a G-O L-D, a motherfucking plack I keep it straight and simple like that, hit a
a hoe, I'm letting hoes know I gotta get a fucking P-L-A-T, but first a G-O L-D, a motherfucking plack I keep it straight and simple like that, hit
, nigga get your's [Trae] I be in a state in your face, gliding a S-L-A-B STS with nothing but T-I-N-T, reputation of a P-I-M-P These hoes be hating,
, like wide receivers Bitch I hit a lick, bought a Lac hit a switch You can ask these niggas trick, S.L.A.B. the shit Just because playas get chose, you
like wide receivers Bitch I hit a lick, bought a Lac hit a switch You can ask these niggas trick, S.L.A.B. the shit Just because playas get chose, you
a believer Have these niggas catching bullets, like wide receivers Bitch I hit a lick, bought a Lac hit a switch You can ask these niggas trick, S.L.A.B
me Can't fuck with the South, K-L-I-Q-U-E M double A-B, S-L-A-B The Don of Mo City, and Donny B [Trae:] It's automatic we pistol gripping, you niggaz
nigga get your's [Trae] I be in a state in your face, gliding a S-L-A-B STS with nothing but T-I-N-T, reputation of a P-I-M-P These hoes be hating, but
blue, and on a mission for paper And I'm a cock-glock popper, and a Slow Loud rocker Bitch-made nigga knocker, and a bop type stopper With B and Jay at
Shyna, Lil' B, Boss Hogg, Jay-Ten, K.) [talking] S.L.A.B., Slow Loud And Bangin' This Young Chris from the West, we pulling out baby We in a platinum