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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil' Keke
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marcus Edwards
Songwriter
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
(Listen to this track, bitch)
[Verse 2]
I just do things different
SOB
Slab on butter
I'm cut from a different cloth, you know?
[Verse 3]
No regrets on my mind
Still takin' my time
They don't understand my shine
Coincide with my grind
Dodgin' gutters, I rise
Salt butter inside
Yeah, them windows up and my glass clear
Diamond cuts in my cashmere
[Verse 4]
Can't lose, it's cash year
Shift, died, and my fast gear
That coupe black and that roof cracked
I don't look back 'cause that's last year
Turn-turnin' corners, I dip
Big wheels on that ship
Yes, it's understood that we all good
I told her fire it up and don't trip
[Verse 5]
I run the city, that's thirteen
Striped up and my shirt mean
It's big grass, my turf green
Blood right so this work clean
Say a prayer for these haters
Respect the hustle of a player
'Cause I stack hard when they act raw
Then pull up on they ass later, yeah
[Verse 6]
I got the slab on butter
Brand new with them Vogues swingin'
Ridin' slow, dodgin' gutters
Paint drippin' with the roof missin'
Say a prayer to our Father
'Cause when you talk about my city, ****, I'm the man
Respect the hustle of a player
[Verse 7]
I got the slab on butter
Brand new with them Vogues swingin'
Ridin' slow, dodgin' gutters
Paint drippin' with the roof missin'
Say a prayer
'Cause when you talk about my city, ****, I'm the man
Respect the hustle of a player
[Verse 8]
Yo, first I put the slab on fours
Yeah, then I got a check and copped a coupe
And did the dash on hoes
Hey, then a Jeep and peanut butter seats
And then I stashed them doors
Mike was naked like Tim on the 'gram
We players, we tip on the airlift
Trouble we wavin' then let it slam
[Verse 9]
The fuck is you sayin', I had the coupe in the sand
The dirt is matter of fact
Oh, I can be playin'? I gotta get to these bands
I chase ya like dealing with sex
My name is brand, for papas they call 'em the man
And I never pay 'em to smash
I fuck it and scram, booty like more in the pan
They pass it like Brady from snail
Damn
[Verse 10]
But real talk, I got a boom it quick
Kick the door and I'm the junior trick
Ain't no back and forths, ain't no room and shit
We-we ain't the same, really self-made
They probably kill your ass with a tuna fish
In a parking lot, if I'm pullin' up
Then it's a highly chance you 'bout to lose your bitch
[Verse 11]
I got the slab on butter
Brand new with them Vogues swingin'
Ridin' slow, dodgin' gutters
Paint drippin' with the roof missin'
Say a prayer to our Father
'Cause when you talk about my city, ****, I'm the man
Respect the hustle of a player
[Verse 12]
I got the slab on butter
Brand new with them Vogues swingin'
Ridin' slow, dodgin' gutters
Paint drippin' with the roof missin'
Say a prayer, ooh, say a prayer
'Cause when you talk about my city, ****, I'm the man
Respect the hustle of a player
[Verse 13]
My paint drippin' with the roof missin'
In the turnin' lane and my butter soft
My swag on, I can't cut it off
My bag heavy, hoes never boss
Run down in them wide frames
It's against the grain when I cut across
Every quarter, I never look
In the fourth quarter, I never lost
[Verse 14]
Peelin' off, press your lip with the ceiling off
I'm the man, ****
When I talk I talk bands, ****
I swear I got 'em in the trans, ****
Glass house at the intersection
And the diamonds on my neck dance, ****
Ten racks in my pants, ****
I got five more in my hands, ****
[Verse 15]
Slab on butter, flippin', dodgin' gutters
Lookin' through the panorama, burnin' rubber
I got get this money, ****, I'ma hustler
Hit the switches like I'm tryna crack the muffler
Pull up in the minx, pull off with a bitch
A hundred bands will make a **** think he rich
When he pull up on ya, drop the bumper
Kill 'em, let 'em know you really on some money shit
[Verse 16]
Slab on butter
Brand new with them Vogues swingin'
Ridin' slow, dodgin' gutters
Paint drippin' with the roof missin'
Say a prayer, ooh, say a prayer
'Cause when you talk about my city, ****, I'm the man
Respect the hustle of a player
Written by: Marcus Edwards
