(*talking*)
S-L-A-B baby, Dougie D
Hollin` at y`all, know I`m saying we ain`t tripping
We bout to dose this, me and my family S.L.A.B.
[Hook - 2x]
We S-L-A-B, and we be flossing and we flipping
On a paper chase for the do`, and we ain`t tripping
You done lost your mind, if you think you gon catch me slipping
Always on our note, so in and out we gon be dipping
[Jay`Ton]
SK, wrecking the game and sitting throwed
Four T.V.`s, in a big wide load
Competition, with the trunk on glow
Read it out, it say Big Mello
Representing, through the parking lot
When I beat the lot, they gotta call the laws
Stop and pause, so it`s drop your jaw
Swinging a Lac, finna break the wall
You can`t stop us
Showtyme flipping on choppers
I be flipping, on my glass
With leather, under my ass
When I be, stacking my cash
I gotta be on shine mayn
Playing with me, and I bring the pain
S-L-A-B all on my chain, I love it mayn
[Yung Redd]
It`s like one for the money, and two is for them hoes
Three is for the drank, four pass me the smoke
You`ll never see me riding, in any old Benz
Unless it`s jet black, on 20 inch rims
I got more, Air Force than the government
Every color pair I`m stepping out, trust me I`m loving it
I never leave the house, without a single rubber
Plus I crawl like Ringling Brothers, hoes love us
Under the influence, catch me swerving
Balling in a number six, like Julius Irving
My watch and my chain, got me coughing and sneezing
Still a young heathen, as long as I`m breathing
You pay for a show turn it out, then I`m leaving
The whether man told us, it`s flossing season
This year I got it made, I`m shining y`all
Even though I got a deal, I`m still grinding y`all
I`m off the block, see me sitting on 20`s
A red label Bentley, my tires too skinny
Chain hanging to my nuts, I wear my jersey backwards
And a gun on my waist, just to serve these actors
Catch me and Trae, macking to a dime
Easy to spit a rhyme, niggaz still try to shine
I got a Rolex, I got time on my hands
Still pulling out a grand, I`m the motherfucking man ha
[Dougie D]
Ok, what the deal do kin folk
Playing them games, not a good idea though
S-L-A-B, Dougie D all about the paper stacks
Bitch, I`m no hoe
Constant grinding, hard on a mission
In and out, the click be dipping
Motherfucker, what the laws tal`n bout
Thinking I`m off my note, look here bitch y`all tripping
Mashing gas, and smash on cockroaches
In the midst of a kind, I`m still smoking
Ah come on, don`t be so shallow
Fucking around, I`ll leave your chest wide open
Bitch made, mark niggaz can`t see me
Swallow `em up, and shut `em out like feces
Sold do` in a motherfucking mayn
Keep it funky, in the place that we be
[Hook - 2x]
[Pimp Skinny]
Recognize, bitch this S.L.A.B.
We gon beat up, and down your AVE.
Steady commits, to acting bad
Just like a bat, we`ll beat your ass
You haters better, do your math
The lyrical wizard, with a staff
Is ready to split, your shit in half
I love to see these, haters mad
I got to get it, the mill ticket
The S.L.A.B. family, gon make you feel it
Pimp Skinny sho, love to spit it
The G shit, you hoes get it
Whenever when they, wasn`t with it
Cause the thug shit, I love to live it
Just doing my thang, bring the pain
Step to the side, while I make the change
[Kepoe]
K-E-P-O-E
Fin to wreck, S-L-A-B
Y`all know me, the one with the screens
Four 18`s, and a triple beam
Call me Jada, four skate fader
Bitch like me in a Navigator
That`s now or later, I`m here to stay
Me and Trae, in excelerators
The key to the city, like P. Diddy
From here to Philly, I`ma pop a wheely
Like Ruff Ryders, through Nevada
Show my ass, you know I gotta
I`m a cause a, lot of drama
Spinning heads, like Wonder Woman
You hear me coming, from a mile away
Whoa bitch, get out the way
Like Ludacris, 24 karats all on my wrist
I`ma roll out, till I make a hit
Please believe, I`ma damage this dismantle it
When I handle it, Lil` Kepoe fin to go split
None of y`all, gon fuck with this
Cause I spin your head, like Exorcist
[Hook - 2x]
[Trae]
Love to shine, on the grind to get paid
Clear `em out on blades, I`m a down South baller
Shot caller, and a block brawler
Swing, when I`m in a platinum Impala
Two more to follow, when I ride the freeway
With lil` J-Dog, pulling out the G way
Bubble eyed up, talking on a three-way
Say Trae, no time for the he-say she-say
2-2, when I`m on my B-Day
Each and every day on the block, will be a P-Day
T-Day`ll be the day, you get a relay
Relapse, what I`ma clap with a SK
You got the plex, I`m shut the shit down
Strapped on nuts, swinging on the Grapevine
Showing my ass, when I let my top down
Break a nigga off, when I`m on that four line
Four cars, ahead of ya
Wanna stop my shine, but I ain`t letting ya
Better move around, `fore I`m wetting ya
With a BB vest on my chest, wrecking ya
Checking ya, on the slab on the AVE
Wood grain I grab, in a baby Nav`
Alligator on my toes, it`s so throwed
Piece and chain, and on the center fold
[Lil B]
I`m a S-L-A-B representer
With paint dripping, right off my fender
Number one contender, heavy weight winner
Eating tracks, like they bread dinner
Kicking down your do, with a 4-4
Or calico, that`ll tag your toe
S.L.A.B. gon go, to the top
Can`t get caught slipping, I`ma cock the glock
And when I pop the glock, all hoes gon move
Lil B on note, I done paid my dues
Wanna run with a nigga, better lace your shoes
Cause I be pulling more stunts, than Tom Cruise
When the spit is over, yes I`m colder than North Dakota
S.L.A.B. soldier, already told ya
From the Southside got they mouth wide for a pound of doja
You niggaz know ya, better quit
Playing games, cause we the shit
When I get mad it`s wig split, on pen and pad we rocking it
No stopping it, so stop hating
Wide body, we navigating
In mash mode, no procrastination
Being number one, is my destination
