Sittin On Blades

Spider on the beat, spi-spider on the beat, yeah

Sittin', sittin' on blades, fresh new J's
Brand new locs, fresh new braids
Sittin', sittin' on blades, fresh new J's
Brand new locs, fresh new braids
Sittin', sittin' on blades, fresh new J's
Brand new locs, fresh new braids
Should I hit the club? Shit, you already know
Yeah, them trapstars when I walk through the door

Ridin' in the Chevy or a
Hear the good motor every time I smash the gas
Ridin' in the slab with a screwed up tape
Got the screens goin' up, comin' out the tailgate
Earthshock Impression make me seem tall
Yeah, you know we ball, let me turn down the mall
Hoes A-Plus, ballin' is a must
Rims sittin' big like we stole 'em off a bus
I got candy on my braids, candy on my car
Club on me while I'm buyin' at the bar
J's on my feet, locs on my eyes
Catch me on stage, it's me, Lil' High
Let me do the fool, grippin' on grain
I'm swangin' and swervin' just to change lanes
Shout out to Rhythm City 'cause they show me love
I'm sittin' on blades while I'm chillin' with my thugs

Sittin', sittin' on blades, fresh new J's
Brand new locs, fresh new braids
Sittin', sittin' on blades, fresh new J's
Brand new locs, fresh new braids
Sittin', sittin' on blades, fresh new J's
Brand new locs, fresh new braids
Should I hit the club? Shit, you already know
Yeah, them trapstars when I walk through the door

Sittin' in my Buick, two-tone Regal
Stripes on my slab just like it's sponsored by Adidas
In the suede roof, hang six televisions
Tint on my locs just like a blind person vision
Sittin', sittin' on blades, fresh new J's
Brand new locs, fresh new braids
Should I hit the club? Shit, you already know
Screens hang low like the ears of Dumbo
I'm thinkin' retro 12, white over grain
Splinters in my hand every time I grip grain
Where I come from, nigga, I shine
Music up loud, that it knockin' bitches down
Got a good buzz, buy the club a round
Reppin' Third Coast, but I'm from the D-Town
Westmore and Tex, time to do it big
DWT trapstars get it big

Sittin', sittin' on blades, fresh new J's
Brand new locs, fresh new braids
Sittin', sittin' on blades, fresh new J's
Brand new locs, fresh new braids
Sittin', sittin' on blades, fresh new J's
Brand new locs, fresh new braids
Should I hit the club? Shit, you already know
Yeah, them trapstars when I walk through the door

I got ice on my chest, ice on my teeth
Grill on bling when you see me in the street
You can catch me in the clear at Motown
West Dallas, Texas, that's where it goes down
Hittin'-hittin' Club Blues, smellin' like a pound
Go to the bar, ask for a shot of Crown
Holla at a freak 'cause she know it's your boy
Ridin' in my slab, playin' with my candy toys
Candy tip seats, I'm on that level
Eyes blood red like the costume of the devil
Fresh new braids, I'm talkin' fish bones
Call me, turn me up on my Nextel phone
Just go to OZ, maybe McKee
Gotta do it big in the dirty triple-D
Up-up in the club, brown skin throwin' down
Turn them deuces and them fours bottles upside down

Sittin', sittin' on blades, fresh new J's
Brand new locs, fresh new braids
Sittin', sittin' on blades, fresh new J's
Brand new locs, fresh new braids
Sittin', sittin' on blades, fresh new J's
Brand new locs, fresh new braids
Should I hit the club? Shit, you already know
Yeah, them trapstars when I walk through the door