[talking:] 

DJ Storm right, that's right nigga 

They know what the fuck this is nigga, this slab music nigga 

Pulling up on your side, on a fresh set of 4's nigga 

Cause 3's ain't for no G's, you know what I'm saying 

Killa Kyleon nigga, I am the slab king you dig 

Finna do my thang like Tip say mayn, run it 



[Kyleon:] 

Pull a wide body out off the dock, I'm fin to sail y'all 

84 Perrich, G I'm talking bout my L-Dog 

Pop my trunk, lights glowing all above my knock 

Now or later paint, roof and inside's butterscotch 

Fresh glass shoes, low pro fo's for the socks 

I ain't gon lie, I know why I do it for the bops 

Pulling out clean, car fresh up out the shower 

Grab that Shammy, wipe it down for an hour 

I love them swangas mayn, y'all can have the big wheels 

Give me a slab, with a fifth and a big grill 

Woman on the hood, poking out directing traffic 

Swanging on your slab, soon as I roll pass it 

Fuck my alarm, I'm protected by the plastic 

Touch my car, and it's finna get drastic 

Shaking left to right, like I'm finna lose it 

Popping my trunk mayn, I'm jamming Screw music 



[Hook: x2] 

I'm clean, diamonds in my teeth chain guzzling my ring 

Looking like a million bucks, when I hit the scene 

My load on 4's, and my candy paint mean 

Nigga I'm so clean, nigga I'm so clean 



[Kyleon:] 

Hand on my grain mayn, flipping through my neighborhood 

Sipping on drank, purple stuff you know the flavor good 

Smoking on some gangsta shit, I call it O.G. kush 

Head turner, so the hoes and the police look 

Boys hating, cause they know I got the best ride 

Run up you'll get chestized, bitch I'll leave your chest wide 

Lam do's, slab looking like a sports car 

Pop my trunk, now it's looking like a sports bar 

Slab king nigga, so it ain't no competition 

I'm fo' number one, that ain't no punk position 

I ride 4's not 3's, now I got em heated 

Hey what's the difference, five G's cock sucker beat it 



[Hook x2]