(*talking*)
S.L.A.B., Slow Loud And Bangin'
This Sil from the West, mayn
Just doing a bunch of chilling, gon keep in playa mode
[Hook]
What you n***as know, about pulling out slow
Missing the top, riding gla** 84's
What you n***as know, about a playa like me
Better cuff your hoe, cause I'm a P-I-M-P
What you n***as know, about a hater that'll hate
Knocking my fame, we moving units like weight
What you n***as know, about Glocks and AK's
When it's time for the plex, they co*k and they spray
[Trae]
What you n***as know about a hot shot, tossing a drop top
Flipping with hot Glocks, when he tipping a hot block
A playa slash a Guerilla, that's mobbing for scrilla
They fake and I'm realer, and plus these n***as be sweeter than vanilla
I think they hate me, cause I'm Slow Loud And Bangin'
They really better keep they distance, before they see Trae get to swanging
And I can recall, riding an Impala, '78 to be exact
With no AC radio, and the tires on flat
But that was the past, and now you see me in a slab on gla**
My drop's first cla**, and now these hoes be giving up they a**
To tell the truth, I really don't need em they just something to do
I'd rather be crawling late night, while I'm thinking bout Screw
[Hook]
[Lil B]
Now tell me what you know about, swanging lanes on 4's
Stay in my pimp mode, cause I don't love none of these hoes
I throw em back like throwbacks, and hit em for a G
Got n***as cuffing they broads, so they won't f** with Lil B
Still I crawl up the road, so slow knowing they hate
Thinking I'm fake just wait, I'ma let this AK spray
But I be stuck on my hustle, my pockets must gain a muzzle
I had a couple of tussles, that's why a n***a will rush you
I don't love you or your gal, I'm too in love with my slab
And the way a n***a be throwing these hands, steady giving you jabs
You crabs that's biting, like an infested STD
I can flaunt it if I want it, repping S-L-A-B
[Jay'Ton]
What you n***as know, about a teenage Southsider
With fifth wheels and grills, T.V.'s on the outside
Of my car in my side view, peeping the haters
I'm something like a superstar, when I pull out that Navigator
1 to the 7, and now you n***as know my age
And if you disrespect a G, then you fin to know my gauge
I got game like a motherf**er, or baby Don Juan
And if you boppers wanna see me, go to Jay'Ton.com
Talking down beneath your arm, I ain't playing with you cats
I done came from being broke, and I don't plan on going back
So I mash full speed, for my cash to get paid
I use to want ice, now I'm on a ice-capade
[Hook]
[Dougie D]
Can I have everyone's attention, front and center listen to reason
This is my reason for what repping, and tipping through seasons
Sliding down with a bad breezie, sipping smoking and leaning
When I stop at the light, other people be watching my T.V.'s
Lil' kids they wanna be me, or have a daddy just like me
I'm the Don-Datta, Dougie but f** it just call me papi
What you n***as know, about riding on chrome
And dropping the drop on the belly, high-siding on hoes
In the co*kpit, I keep a co*ked pistol for co*k s**ers
Mashing on all haters, and utilizing my hustles
You think you know, but you really have no idea
Dougie D 2000 and 3, it's your boy right here
[Hook]
(*talking*)
Yeah, we keep in playa mode baby
S.L.A.B., Slow Loud And Bangin'
Trae, Dougie D, Lil B, Jay'Ton you know it go down
What you n***as know, about being real
What you n***as know, about keeping it gangsta
What you n***as know, about keeping it street
Fa real, follow us we'll show you the way, straight up