Bobby Grand - Slappin Lyrics

Aye
I got the volume up, windows down, slapping in the whip
Driving hella fast down the interstate, on a trip
And the bars on deck, ain't no bapping in my whip
Turn the music up loud, ain't no yapping in my shit
Got the volume up, windows down, slapping in the whip
Driving hella fast down the interstate, on a trip
And the bars on deck, ain't no bapping in my whip
Turn the music up loud, ain't no yapping in my shit
Got the volume up, windows down, slapping in my whip, aye
Driving hella fast down the interstate, on a trip, aye
Aye, listen, look
I'm on my way, bitch, I'm on that
Pedal to the ground like it's a part of the floormat
She like it when I play it loud, shit sound like a concert, hella speakers where the door at
Two 12's kicking like midgets in my trunk, though
Big ass amp on the back of my seat
Pull up to the light, trying to irritate you on purpose
Slapping hella loud like, I ain't never heard this
Level-headed nigga, but sometimes I gotta show out
Pull up and stick a toe out, about to take ya hoe out
She was impressed, I put her on what she ain't know bout
Turn up the bass and shook her pussy, she like, oh, wow
Just a young ghetto kid with a big dream
Dragging all my niggas with me, yeah, I got a big team
Extra battery, it's in the back of the whip
Sitting in the driveway, watch the neighbors throw a fit
I got the volume up, windows down, slapping in the whip
Driving hella fast down the interstate, on a trip
And the bars on deck, ain't no bapping in my whip
Turn the music up loud, ain't no yapping in my shit
Got the volume up, windows down, slapping in the whip
Driving hella fast down the interstate, on a trip
And the bars on deck, ain't no bapping in my whip
Turn the music up loud, ain't no yapping in my shit
Got the volume up, windows down, slapping in the whip, aye
Driving hella fast down the interstate, on a trip, aye
Aye, listen
Don't f*ck up if I pass you the aux
Start playing some bullshit, have niggas ready to box
Turn that down a couple notches, cause there go to cops
Old hatin ass nigga mad cause my shit knock
Couple thousand watts, so I'm never trying to side talk
Let the windows down, they can feel it on the sidewalk
Pull up with his chest out, thinking that it's ride tough
Let him hear the horsepower, yeah, that's what I thought
Blame it on my pops, man, I grew up with the slap
Car worth 800, the stereo on a couple racks
Used to pull up knocking Jack, rest in peace to The Mac
Do the dash in my Camry with the interior cracked, Aye
Got a cutie in the pass, wit a big butt
Doing 90 on i280 cause I can't wait to f*ck
Extra battery, its in the back of the whip
Pull up in the driveway, watch the neighbor's throw a fit
I got the volume up, windows down, slapping in the whip
Driving hella fast down the interstate, on a trip
And the bars on deck, ain't no bapping in my whip
Turn the music up loud, ain't no yapping in my shit
Got the volume up, windows down, slapping in the whip
Driving hella fast down the interstate, on a trip
And the bars on deck, ain't no bapping in my whip
Turn the music up loud, ain't no yapping in my shit
Got the volume up, windows down, slapping in the whip, aye
Driving hella fast down the interstate, on a trip, aye