Killa Kyleon - Do Ya Thang Flow lyrics

rate me

[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]