Slapp

I'm in ya lane with my

Lac Woofers bangin in the back

Turn it up make it slapp

Turn it up make it slapp

Turn it up make it slapp

I'm in ya lane with my

Chevy Bass bangin so heavy

Hope the whole world hear me

Make it slapp yeah

Turn turn it up yeah

Make it slap yeah

Make it slapp

Make it slapp [Verse 1: Stalley]

SS digital dash bucket seats

Pipes hangin off the ass

Trunk goin

Gorilla the whole box frame rattlin glass 5 mph down the ave

Doors swingin eyes hangin off the paintjob

Sunlight flicker

Stars give the same mirage bendin corners hard, showin off

Foot hangin thru the door 500 horses stompin

Got the whole hood bangin, bet they hear me out in

Compton Right here from

Harsh Ave

Where it all started at

Muscle truck extended cab 73

Caprice choppin ****** lose they mind when they see it slapp

Boppas love to hear it slapp

Tv's in the front and back

Pullin off 10 deep

That's how we be rollin out showin out 15's 18's we be blowin out

Volume to the max

Never ever holdin back

Weak ****** think they doin sumn until

I pull up and drown em out [Hook] [Verse 2: Stalley]

Still unruly when we come thru ya residential

Alpines beatin 18's crackin pencils

Shatter muscle car dreams

When the Chevy

Impala leans

From the flick of the switch

Make it start dancin down the streets

Like in New

Orleans sounds like a second line is in the backseat

Brass trumpet tootin

Noise pollutin

Dayton spokes cruisin

Flip flop shine

Got the block feudin on what color

I'm ridin

Sunk so low it looks like

I'm hidin

Queen passenger seat ridin

Car reflects everything that

I am Classic and old skool mixed with new skool

Fully dressed new shoes cleaner than a whistle be

Every time

I pull up, stares, like they was missin me

Sittin so high you need stairs when you enter the "V"

Lookin down at my competition

Remember when

I didn't have a pot to piss in

Now I got windows to throw it out of

And 12 door speakers to blare it out of [Hook]