S.L.A.B. - Droppin Tha Tops lyrics

(*talking*) S.L.A.B., Slow Loud And Bangin' This Young Chris from the West, we pulling out baby We in a platinum line ha, beating your trunk off Go on turn your knock up, and if you got plex n***a catch a square, anytime any place anywhere b**h [Hook: Shyna] We dropping the tops Tipping on gla**, crawling up the block We hogging the lanes, yeah 24's spinning, and they ain't gon stop I'm riding my slab Waving my trunk, while I'm gripping grain I'm doing my thang, yeah Slow Loud And Bangin', n***as know what I claim [Lil' B] When I pull out drop the top, won't park cause I roam the lot Hit BJ tell him meet me at the spot, just in case a jacker want what I got I'm in a 6-9 Cheve old school, platinum with the pop do's fool Chrome grill on the nose fool, with 4-4's wrapped up and vogues too I'll hit the Av' banging S.L.A.B., in a slab crawling like a crab n***as don't wanna give me dab, cause my 12's hit hard like a jab n***as know it when I show it, pop the trunk and neons glow it Lil' B from H still holding, with the belts fifth wheel and bumper folded [Boss] See me in my wide ride, everything to the left side HGC on my plates right, inside got do's suicide Engine power gliding on monoxide, flo' master Run up on the 7-deuce Boss gon blast ya, better have a prayer with a hell of a pastor Pull up and pop the trunk like Fat Pat, roll one deep with a fat black gat Platinum with DJ Screw blue in the back, eight switches with the top on crack Swanging the lane on the swangas I swang, banging the trunk in the slab with the grain Flipping through hoods you can't flip through again, smashing my gas then I'm off in the wind Off in the wind they like the Lincoln I ride the Cheve, banging slow loud and tipping heavy I didn't pull it out till the car was ready, Southside still holding steady Cat fish on 4's in the Buick, jamming Slow Loud And Bangin' music Black swangas on a black Eldorado, enough to make n***as lose it [Hook] [Jay'Ton] I'm gripping grain up in a Lac, 20 inches six 12's in the back My name stitched all on the seats, like 8 Ball we sitting fat Ain't no T.V.'s got mirrors falling, for the 2K5 you gon see me balling When I hit West state you gon see me hauling, in the platinum Fleetwood slab that I'm crawling Pulling up dubs raised, from the way I dress you know I stay paid Game so thoed I'm pimping mayn, from the way I spit you know I stay laid Half of karats all around my neck, slow and loud when I bang my set Haters chill 'fore your a** get wrecked, six digits when I cash my check [Trae] Right now sh** be smooth sailing, fo' 24's everytime I'm bailing Gotta watch what these hating a** n***as telling, every single one of us known felons a**hole b**h and that's what I'm repping, fo' do' Cheve with a loaded weapon White tee's and kicks everytime I'm stepping, I'm a G and a pimp and a thugging veteran Why these hoes be steady bopping, why my rims ain't never stopping Why my slab be oh so wide, with a reclinable fifth that's known for dropping Bleek on black and I bet he chopping, Boss on juice then I bet he hopping Ro on the pa**enger side of my truck, if a jacker running up then I bet he popping [K] Pulling up at the light trunk on lock, got the 12 gauge ready with the 4-5 co*ked Hogging the lane, black on black with six twelves A six pack n***a did that, swanging hard in a wide frame Steady banging Slow Loud And Bang, pop the trunk let the fifth wheel hang Hoes steady wanna know my name it's K, all I like to do ball and parlay On the paper chase with the n***a Trae, South Klique everyday all day With the Warren G, Lil' B, Jay'Ton and J2 Chunking the deuce up out the roof, in a seven deuce on 22's [Hook]