[Lyric] It Go Slap (FreshOfficialMusic)

[Intro 1: Fresh]
My trunk goes slap
Slap, slap go slap, my trunk
Go slap, slap, slap, go slap

[Intro 2: Fresh]
Turn that knob let that bass throb swangin' on 4 's
Slamming doors, 'macking all hoes leaving haters exposed
It's coming down, hold up, young bitch! (Bitch)

[Chorus: Fresh]
When I pull up to the light, you hear my speakers go
(Speakers go)
It go slap (It go slap)
When I pull up to the light, you hear my tweeters go (Tweeters go)
It go slap (It go slap)
When I pull up to the light, you hear my woofers go (Woofers go)
It go slap (It go slap)
When I pull off at the light, you hear my trunk explode (Trunk explode)
It go slap (It go slap)
[Verse 1: Fresh]
Rolling thru my city
Gotta' bad bitch with me (With me)
Sitting pretty, so 'sadity plus she tipsy
Mind on the 'grizzy (Okay)
Watch me shine (Shine)
Like the lights in me
'Til infinity and beyond
Wave my magic don wand (Wand)
Green appear for years I been hustling (Right)
Never struggling (Nope)
Put my muscle in
So much money in the bank
Dead presidents be tussling
Bustin' bustin' bustin' bands (Yeah)
Bustin' 'bustin' bustin' bands
Money dance make that, money, money dance (Dance)
Pocket rocket got them bitches jocking (Jocking) flocking
Haters watching wishing they can stop it
But they can't (Can't)
I'm going hard in the paint
Making art, when I paint (Paint)
Turn it up!
Let it baaaaang! (Hey)
Let it baaaaang!
[Bridge: Fresh]
Slap, I make it slap, on the slab, I make it slap
I make it slap, on the slab
I make it slap I make it slap, on the slab I make it slap
I make it slap, on the slab

[Chorus: Fresh]
When I pull up to the light, you hear my speakers go (Speakers go)
It go slap (It go slap)
When I pull up to the light, you hear my tweeters go (Tweeters go)
It go slap (It go slap)
When I pull up to the light, you hear my woofers go (Woofers go)
It go slap (It go slap)
When I pull off at the light, you hear my trunk explode (Trunk explode)
It go slap (It go slap)

[Outro: Fresh]
Rolling on twankies while she blowing that stanky
I'm so 'mutha fucking cool, that the breeze thanks me
Squatting and flexing my position, on these ordinary niggas
As I channel my inner, Pimp C, you gon' see
Hold up, young bitch
It's coming down

[Verse 2: Fresh]
Whipping whipping wood grain
Ballin' ballin' insane
Money money fuck fame
Haters do the walk of shame
Fuck it, if you can't feel my pain
40, say the same thang
I'mma milk this rap shit
'Til it's a milli on my chain
Euro stepping, every lane
Euro stepping, every lane
Euro stepping, every lane