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