Ride Slow ( Slab Crawl)

[Intro] Mmmmmm, yuh Sun beatin off the chrome Candy paint drippin like the shit still wet Brrr Whole corner outside [Verse 1] Ride slow, sit low, elbows out the window Candy red, peanut butter guts in the Benzo Gold spokes catch sun every time that bitch spin slow Bass hit, doves flock, watch another ten go Yuh Hot summer, blacktop cookin through the sole Fresh tee, gold teeth, big Cuban sittin cold Wood wheel in my palm, other hand countin rolls Whole slab smell like leather when I crack the door Brrr Flexin on the corner where the street signs bent Fresh wash, tire shine, smell the gas through the vents Twenty fours on the feet, spent a stack on the tint Hear the bass before you see me, that's expensive intent Bow, bow Palm trees in the airbrush, trunk lined in suede Gold flakes in the paint throwin sparks in the shade Sun hittin every link, make the whole neck blaze Ain't gotta say shit, let the parking lot gaze [Pre Chorus] Oooooohhh Hot night, cold chain, bass draggin through the block Windows down, sax loud, let the whole corner watch Watch, watch, watch Chrome flash, paint wet, sunlight still hittin Whole city smell like summer and the money keep flippin Yuh, brrr [Chorus] Ride slow, ride slow, let the whole slab crawl Candy drip, chrome lip, sittin wide on the wall Bow, bow Ride slow, ride slow, watch the doves take flight Sunset bounce off the spokes, turn the whole block bright Brrr Big pape in the pocket, big body in the street AC blowin ice cold, ninety three degrees Fresh fit, fresh wheels, fresh crease, all clean Came up out the concrete, now the concrete see me Oooooohhh Yuh [Verse 2] Okay Big body slide through, barely touchin the pedal Pearl white paint with the flakes in the metal Butter soft seats, got the stitching all special Roof gone, wrist froze, summer heat versus bezel Brrrrr Corner packed, dice crack, somebody yellin seven Old heads posted underneath the store awning Kids pop wheelies while the sun keep fallin Then the trunk go boom, whole damn block start noddin Bow, bow Two cars deep, then another four follow Fresh rims shinin like they dipped em in chrome Tank full, pockets thick, got the bankroll swole Street lights click on but we still ridin slow Slowwww Blue strips folded, rubber band on the knot Heat waves dancin off the hood when I stop Fresh detail got the paint lookin straight out the pot Park that bitch on the corner, make the whole block watch [Bridge] Summer nights Doves fly when the bass come through Mmmmm Street lights dance on the candy blue Yuh Chrome shine Gold links Whole city move slow We ain't gotta go nowhere We outside Bow, bow [Final Chorus] Ride slow, ride slow, let the whole slab crawl Candy drip, chrome lip, sittin wide on the wall Brrr Ride slow, ride slow, watch the doves take flight Sunset bounce off the spokes, turn the whole block bright Yuh Big pape, big body, fresh crease, all clean Gold flash through the tint when I lean on the scene From the curb to the coupe, every motherfuckin thing gleam Summer on the corner, street luxury Luxury Luxury Lux, lux, luxury Bow, bow Brrrrr