S.L.A.B. - Ain't Nothing Changing lyrics

(feat. Kiotti) [talking:] What's up people, this GB Putting it down here for S.L.A.B., Slow Loud And Bangin' It go down like that, for real 2K2 style, feel that [Hook:] We Slow Loud And Bangin', ain't nothing changing Slow Loud And Bangin', Slow Loud And Bangin' We Slow Loud And Bangin', ain't nothing changing Slow Loud And Bangin', untamed and we banging [Lil B:] Lil B, ready to do you in Baby girl are you ready for cum, in the send From the back end, I want you and your friend Bust one for me, and my big bro in the Penn That's Mr. Red, and your legs gon spread Wide open, waiting for the hard head I'm a hard head, do it in the water bed Hitting every position, till I break a sweat Then I got's to go, cause I'm a thug on shine L-I-L-B, constantly grind 4400 block, on Grapevine It's where a n***a well known, to reside Cause I'm a Mr., not a hoe kisser Haters getting scarred, they catching a blister Ball and I pause, and swinging my fist up We Slow Loud And Bangin', on the pitcher [Trae:] I'm a Down South thug, raw and untamed n***az hate, but they ain't saying no names It'll be best, for me to maintain Banging slow, and still gripping on grain Stacking change, living wreckless Why these cats, wanna be holding plexes Is it cause, I'm from the Southside of Texas Drop the Lac, and pick up a Lexus Now these boppers, trying to cuff me up But I'm way too playa, for me to be stuck Better slide they b**h a**, off of my buck Only thing they could do, is try to s** me up Wanna rough me up, oh no never Screw-K2, I'm way too clever co*k me up, finna mash the gas 3-wheeling on hoes, when I hit the leather In windy whether, when I ride the Beltway Skating on 4's, with caliente Saliente, crawling slow Doing 85, and I'm dropping low On the back road, in the late night Strap in the lap, when I'm at the stop light Swanged out left, when I whip a quick right Click the remote, open up the blue light [Hook] [Jay'Ton:] J-A-Y-T and O-N When I'm on the flow, I'm pimping my pen Pimping these hoes, and stacking my ends Stacking my ends, and swanging my Benz Or the Lac-a, or the Rover Or in the Gator, ain't no more Nova You got a click, I got the soldiers With a AK, so you know it's over Thinking thoeder, imagination A lot of y'all n***az, into playa-hation Eight T.V.'s, and a Playstation Flipping flossing, all across the nation Penetration, for them boppers Some of these n***az, be baller blockers Mad, cause I'm flipping on silver choppers We got chrome, on candy droppers Movie stars, shining bright Got baguettes, that light up the night Throwed hogs, that's out of sight Clap twice, turn off the lights Keep it gangsta, call me playa On the Southside, they call me mayor If you hating n***a, I don't cay-are I'm Gucci'd down, with the braided hair [Kiotti:] Check it out we S.L.A.B., we Slow Loud and Bang out loud If a n***a wanna get crunk, the club done K-I-O Fin to show shock this crowd, and check it out I don't hang with nothing but guerillas, and k**as When I be coming out on the block, and we never be changing n***a Slow Loud And Bangin', tell me n***a what set that you claiming When I hang in, dropping the top in the helicop' Y'all ain't never seen a n***a so fly, oh my That be the K-I-O, and a n***a that'll never ever die I'm Superman, finna swang off in a Coupe-er man Y'all ain't never ever see a n***a, that'll drop a thousand And then I re-coupe it man That's the way that I do the science man, and my mathematics Left the game, now I'm back at it Y'all don't wanna see, my slab tactics Y'all don't wanna see me, get mad at it When I grab the mic, and I be on the course In the Benz, or on the Porsche n***a I'm the one, with the black from Source n***a do you wanna battle, that's your choice we bout it [Hook]