Slab Holiday

Shout out to the don, man The king of talkin' 'bout this slab shit But I'ma tell you how I put swingers on the foreign And did me though Spill me? Yeah It was a '17 Maybach, all black, leather seats Fresh out a coupe shop, it cost me 'bout two hundred G's Could've bought some Forgiatos, but it came on twenty-threes I'm the young nigga ridin' around, the city in one of these Pillows in the backseat recline, this a cabin Only sit two people up in the back, it come with tablets TV screens lavish, Maybach when you turn it on I can change my ambient lights, in my cellphone Red, blue, or green V12 engine mean Refrigerator up in the back to keep cold my lean When I used to be a fiend Ridin' down King Wrapped pink all on my car 'cause I made millions Off of queens That's what that double M stand for I took off the twenty-three, and equipped glass fours Twenty-inch fifteens crawl down on hoes I done turned it to the Olympics, they gotta hurdle my foes That's for sure I'm the first in the city to ride glass on a Maybach Had the streets goin' wild like Mike Billy, way back Who? Nigga, Mike Jones But the difference is, that was the cheapest car I own See, I bought twelve more of them bitches I went Mulsanne and then Rolls on them bitches Then I bought the '65 and threw fours, on them bitches Now that's two cars glassy Sauce Walka all through the streets splashy Drop the top on my car, I'm ashy But my whips clean These quarter million dollar cars on G15s Fours poking' out by the grills, lookin' like lip rings OGs think I'm trippin' for real, but this was Hawk's dream Evolution, education, revolution You think swingers wasn't 'posed to levitate, then you stupid These exotic cars Exotic engines for exotic stars Takin' bitches on exotic trips for a ménage à trois At the seawall, everybody wanna, know who you are When you a ghetto superstar, nigga You think if Pat was alive, he wouldn't drive new cars, nigga? You think he wouldn't have giraffes in the garage, nigga? Them ain't OGs Back then, they was ridin' in 83s We also had in-dashes, not fuckin' touchscreens and Bluetooth No USBs, OnStar, or Google Stop actin' like this whole world, we live in ain't new, fool Stop actin' like the culture shouldn't raise with the time People wanna see Ferraris on swings comin' down But the fours look cheap when they only on the fleek The people from out of town can't understand how we think But it's Forgis on the Rolls truck Nigga only twenty-five, you in your slab and to him you Like an old fuck Really like an old duck with no luck Whole time you got more money than that nigga You really swoled up You wanna show it But you ain't even ballin' right and you ain't even know it Put them swingers on that Lambo' truck and then explode it Put them swingers on that Aston, no, go two-door it Watch they crew know it 'Cause this ain't no 1982 comin' through This a 2021 or 2022 I threw Bape on my Maybach, they knew I was the truth I threw Bape on the '65, decapitated roof The brains is loose I bang the goose The birds, nigga I was swingin' 84s over curbs, nigga Like I was tryna cut grass My cars talk back to me now, I had a bus pass The seats make the girls hop in, I call 'em touch ass