(*talking*)
Pretty Todd baby, and you know I`m driving slow
While getting head from your broad, them Grit Boys
And Slow Loud And Bangin`, see this how the real
Put it on the S.L.A.B. shit, pass that here boy
[Trae]
It`s the return of a Maab nigga, sending slugs to the jaw nigga
Applying pressure, so niggaz be praying they die quicker
Guerilla killa that`s it, at any given time known to click
On bitch niggaz and on fake rappers, constantly riding my dick
They don`t wanna go to war, Grit Boys Guerilla Maab, Slow Loud And Bangin`
Untamed in the game, I got a perfect aim motherfuckers better get out my lane
Trae ready for disaster, faster than a motherfucking rocket
If you knock it I`ma stop it, verbally slapping your face till it`s out of
socket
I got my weighter with my hate, so call me a threat to the rap game
2-45 and fucking with me, is like running a truck into a freight train
I`m a hazard type son of a bastard, that mastered living on these streets
With no sleep on my feet, but the heat on a mission making it deeper
Thug a block hugger, a slugger rougher than niggaz that`s gutter
None other made to be tougher, buffer than Shaq to a buster
Dig it when I spit it you can`t get with it, my skills`ll never be leaving
Bleeding these niggaz deceiving, to the chest stopping they breathing
[Poppy]
Shit, Grit and S.L.A.B. is sick
They spit venomous prick, we getting deep up in your ass like enemas bitch
It`s like you dreaming, everytime you pick pencils up
Victicious niggaz, stop rapping for the cinemas
And stop, talking bout ice
It ain`t too many niggaz out there balling, start talking bout life
And we can talk about price, I paid mine everyday
I shuffle my feet quick, hit like heavyweights
We on a feddy chase, moving at a steady pace
And quick to disrespect the face, of you cats that`s every face
So if you think you ready, make your move
Bet I be the first to pull, and make your head a convertible
[Hook - 2x]
The take over, nigga the break`s over
The game`s getting ugly, it`s time for a makeover
Fuck you fraud niggaz, bitch we killing tracks
The Grit Boys and S.L.A.B., now how real is that
[Starchy Arch]
It`s them niggaz, that just learned how to spit right
They think they could fuck with Trae, Arch and Grit right
It`s not happening, dog we bust happening
It don`t matter what city or state, that we rapping in
And I`m the nigga, that`s moving through your community
Moving units like what, what the fuck can you do to me
It`s not hard for you to see, I`m killing tracks man
I shouldn`t write raps, I should write the track in uligy
And I need it man, I`m bumper than sars
But I`m doing more better, since I`m fucking with Todd
And uh you will never hear about, how I`m changing
I`m still flossing my slab, my music`s Slow Loud And Bangin`
[Lil B]
Taking over the game ain`t nothing, changing Slow Loud And Bangin`
We bringing nothing but hits, leaving hating niggaz pissed
I`m gutter no other nigga, can wreck it like me
L-I-L-B, still repping it for S-L-A-B
Stop up and singe like a plumber, killing drama send a nigga through trauma
I`m throwed like Muhammad I`m cold whoa, lay back on cruise control
Cock it we pop it, unlock it give me what you got
Cause the Grit Boys and Slow Loud And Bangin`, got this underground on lock
And a nigga don`t play by the way I must say, I`m throwed in the game like MJ
When I shake bake and I take a chump, to the backyard scream out (mayday)
Rolling unfolding holding it down for the Southside, got they mouth wide
Slip and we slide, it ain`t no plexing nigga just repping my side
Told you we S.L.A.B. soldiers, weak rappers getting rolled over
By a V-12 motor getting hit like doja, this is the take over
[Unique]
Grit Boys, it`s that swagger boy
Sharp as a dagger boy
I`m the future nothing after boy, and you can tell he trill
Pimp juice in full effect, without the Nellyville
It`s that Grit-tastic poster boy, I know you know your boy
I have you doing what you suppose to, putting up my posters boy
And Unique, stay blasting scopes
Put Houston on my back, like a Astros coat
Grit the shit, you better ask them folks
Cause S.L.A.B., ride with them bastards folks
Please believe me, start breathing easy
Cause you niggaz won`t be leaving, `less you breathing weezy
[Hook - 2x]
[Scooby]
Unique that bastard, and I`m that heathen
Bringing out the asthma, so y`all not breathing
It`s time to kill, y`all not leaving
You signing deals, but y`all not read them
And you all know, Scoob the man
So stop asking, who`s the man
I don`t mean no harm, but I hate giving dudes my hand
Cause dudes think Scoob, they fan
And look y`all, why don`t y`all niggaz go kick a freestyle
Cause none of y`all niggaz, is hardly fucking with me dog
I`m the youngest as mother, and I stomach the hunger
Y`all niggaz doubt it, now y`all running the numbers uh
(*talking*)
Take over nigga, this ain`t no fake shit
I hope y`all boys listened, this is the real
Grit Boys, S.L.A.B., Slow Loud And Bangin`
