Pokin Out

Hold up! What you know about slab poes pokin' out?
Spose dissin', it’s tradition dyin' in the side
When I pull out, they say look at the wheels
I hopped out, lookin' like a mill, still
Work that wood wheel like I’m in the Coupe DeVille
But time that Coupe cost me like a half a mill
They like «hi, is this fo' real?» They ain’t even got a deal
Been killin', boys, since I had braids and grills yea
This for the thrill down in Texas, still ridin' reckless
Me and Ro still makin' know the world respectin'
Ridin' in my slab, pullin' up, smokin' out
Fresh set of vogue still, and they pokin' out
Pokin', pokin' out, ridin' in my slab, wood grain I grab
Pokin', pokin' out, comin' down that ave.
Pullin' on a swagger’s ave
Woman, I know you want a ride, stop boppin', hop yo tits inside
And you can roll with a playa.
Maybe now you can see why my nose in the air
OMG, it’s so much wood in here
May misspell it, but you know I got that good in here
(Hold up) Keep that in, hit that, where it go?
Hit that, hit, get that, where it go?
I name all my craddle cats, if it ain’t custom, it ain’t role doe
Sick girls hangin' ova the yellow line, even though they’re not supposed to
Write my ticket and let me go, know bout my business, kiss
Sent out to miss, your noggin is too big, everyone bringin' they business in
Pokin', pokin' out, ridin' in my slab, wood grain I grab
Pokin', pokin' out, comin' down that ave.
Pullin' on a swagger’s ave
I pull up pokin' like a cactus, jammin' Fat Patrick
With an actress, sideways on the titled axes
Cup holder got drank spills and blunt ashes
My backseat is a custom sleep number mattress
Hand-crafted leather stitching with the custom pipes
Matching halo lights, wait til you see it at night