(feat. T2, Trae, Lil B, Dougie D, Warren G, Pimp Skinny, )
[talking]
Yo, it's T2 and S.L.A.B
It's a remix, yes sir
[Trae]
They say that I'm not wrecking, I'm about to teach 'em a lesson
How niggaz get f*cked over, when stepping off in my section
More graphic than X-Box, on Fox
With a red fox with red socks, and tank tops
F*cking with a fat bop, thoed huh the way I throw my shit together
On static, fanatic leather Gucci defining my letters
I'm bad like P. Diddy, on rapper spitting it shitty
In any city I'm gritty like the state, how you feeling
Now really, who you think gon be f*cking around with that Trae
With my screens lit, swanging and banging on MLK
In a fo' do', tipping with Shae and the BJ
It's the G way, living it up in the SK
While bitches be on my dick, like a rubber that's blocking sperm
They gon learn, I can make it till where they wet as a sherm
My game straight as a perm, they never gon see it coming
Unless I be in a dropper, with the trunk flying bumping
[Lil B]
Give me the mic, and I bet you I go hard
When you plexing in Texas, I be pulling your hoe card
In the booth or in the Coupe
It really don't matter, we hitting hard like May Moop
While niggaz be bragging, about the diamonds on they tooth
These underground punks, putting out trash that's the truth
On for do-lo on low-low's, I stay up
Doing cats like Petey Pablo, we making 'em raise up
Think of jacking if you want me, it's best that you pay up
B'der smoking bullets sparking, I'm choking you haters (haters)
Play us if you think that you can, without a plan
Take a stand, watch I make a motherf*cker say man
Can't stand how I'm wrecking a G, I'm Lil B
Ride or die for my people, S-L-A-B
The family who be dropping the bombs, leaving 'em stunned
Rocking steady for jelly, like Nelly we're number one
[Dougie D]
Who's stacking shit my nigga, give me the mic I bleed it
Pulverize it annihilate it, and punish and eat it
Slow loud and we banging, motherf*ckers you know us
Disrespecting my click, we running these hoe niggaz over
Niggaz respect my gangsta, cause I come real with it
I could halk a hell of a hully lugie, give a lyric
We ripping the track, shit nothing for Dougie
Soon as I touch it it explode, combustible functions
Everytime that you hear me, you rewinding and spin it
Keep it pumping up in the speakers, you crunk and you feel it
Down in the Dirty Dirty, motherf*ckers we soldiers
S.L.A.B. bitch, we locking and taking it over
[Warren G]
These niggaz, out of line get plugged
Stray in they chest, like a red beam slug
Don't give a damn to mean mugs, get slugs
Shae in the six riding, on dubs
Body rocking, shocking and dropping up in the club
Pass me a pint, so I can po' up a cup
Niggaz in my face, so I'm hollin' bitch what
I never give a f*ck, about a Chi-Town thug (f*ck that thug)
[Pimp Skinny]
Niggaz jumping fly, like they really want some
But you bumping your gum, ass niggaz don't want none
Pimp Skinny, bust that ass and leave you finished and done
Cause we S.L.A.B., H and haters getting hit with the bomb
Lyrical red rum, making Tweety Birds run
I'm a G ass nigga, and you can see it when I come
And f*ck a contest, we done already won
Everytime that we drop black, bet you niggaz stop that
Real shit, plus the fact I represent
And drop you flat on your back, walking on niggaz like a do' mat
Busting like a gat, so you haters get the click-clack
S.L.A.B. nigga did that, underground going plat'
[Jay'Ton]
I'm in a 2003, dropper
Niggaz think I be playing, when I rolling on my choppers
Everytime I open my mouth, here come the boppers
24/7, I be running from the helicopters
Cause I'm a thug nigga, dropping chopping
Up on the block on the way to ATL, to holla at my nigga Shot
And when you do a concert, you know the crowd gon rock
It's the Jay'Ton, two thee off the lot
With J's up on my feet, swanging down the street
And when I find a freak, I'm pumping until I skeet
Just give me the mic, so I can wreck that hoe
It's Jay'Ton, in this bitch with that boy J-Mo
[T2]
I'm J'd up, you can tell by my clothes
I'm iced up, cause my whole body froze
16 years old, got the game on hold
You be thinking I'm slow man, cause your whole block hold
Just give me the light, cause I'm a thoed ass monster
Car standing tall, think my car made by Tonka
Candy coated Hummer, looking real good
When you in your airplane, see my face on the hood
It's all good, cause I ball like that
My screens falling so hard, left a dent in your back
It's like that, cause I'm a thoed guerilla
If you make this monster mad, I'ma hurt me a nigga
16 years young, dropping hits like bombs
I know why you hating playboy, I got your girl sprung
[Kepoe]
Kepoe the throwed hoe, that they hate to see coming
But I got to, cause I'm the only bitch bumping
Black mink with Loc's, eight hundred dolla coats
F*ck the game inside out, with no strokes
Dark and lovely, far from ugly that's me
Definition of, K-E-P-O-E
First lady of S.L.A.B., cock back and jab
Become a dangerous motherf*cker, when I step in the lab
And I ain't playing, when I hit the Boulevard in a Jag
Top down trunk up, banging nothing but S.L.A.B
Before I take it out the door, I'm only letting you know
That I'm a certified bitch, known to wreck the flow
[Hook x4]
Just give me the mic, S.L.A.B. is in the do-o-or
And watch a nigga, wreck this flow
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(feat. T2, Trae, Lil B, Dougie D, Warren G, Pimp Skinny, )
[talking]
Yo, it's T2 and S.L.A.B
It's a remix, yes sir
[Trae]
They say that I'm not wrecking, I'm about to teach 'em a lesson
How niggaz get f*cked over, when stepping off in my section
More graphic than X-Box, on Fox
With a red fox with red socks, and tank tops
F*cking with a fat bop, thoed huh the way I throw my shit together
On static, fanatic leather Gucci defining my letters
I'm bad like P. Diddy, on rapper spitting it shitty
In any city I'm gritty like the state, how you feeling
Now really, who you think gon be f*cking around with that Trae
With my screens lit, swanging and banging on MLK
In a fo' do', tipping with Shae and the BJ
It's the G way, living it up in the SK
While bitches be on my dick, like a rubber that's blocking sperm
They gon learn, I can make it till where they wet as a sherm
My game straight as a perm, they never gon see it coming
Unless I be in a dropper, with the trunk flying bumping
[Lil B]
Give me the mic, and I bet you I go hard
When you plexing in Texas, I be pulling your hoe card
In the booth or in the Coupe
It really don't matter, we hitting hard like May Moop
While niggaz be bragging, about the diamonds on they tooth
These underground punks, putting out trash that's the truth
On for do-lo on low-low's, I stay up
Doing cats like Petey Pablo, we making 'em raise up
Think of jacking if you want me, it's best that you pay up
B'der smoking bullets sparking, I'm choking you haters (haters)
Play us if you think that you can, without a plan
Take a stand, watch I make a motherf*cker say man
Can't stand how I'm wrecking a G, I'm Lil B
Ride or die for my people, S-L-A-B
The family who be dropping the bombs, leaving 'em stunned
Rocking steady for jelly, like Nelly we're number one
[Dougie D]
Who's stacking shit my nigga, give me the mic I bleed it
Pulverize it annihilate it, and punish and eat it
Slow loud and we banging, motherf*ckers you know us
Disrespecting my click, we running these hoe niggaz over
Niggaz respect my gangsta, cause I come real with it
I could halk a hell of a hully lugie, give a lyric
We ripping the track, shit nothing for Dougie
Soon as I touch it it explode, combustible functions
Everytime that you hear me, you rewinding and spin it
Keep it pumping up in the speakers, you crunk and you feel it
Down in the Dirty Dirty, motherf*ckers we soldiers
S.L.A.B. bitch, we locking and taking it over
[Warren G]
These niggaz, out of line get plugged
Stray in they chest, like a red beam slug
Don't give a damn to mean mugs, get slugs
Shae in the six riding, on dubs
Body rocking, shocking and dropping up in the club
Pass me a pint, so I can po' up a cup
Niggaz in my face, so I'm hollin' bitch what
I never give a f*ck, about a Chi-Town thug (f*ck that thug)
[Pimp Skinny]
Niggaz jumping fly, like they really want some
But you bumping your gum, ass niggaz don't want none
Pimp Skinny, bust that ass and leave you finished and done
Cause we S.L.A.B., H and haters getting hit with the bomb
Lyrical red rum, making Tweety Birds run
I'm a G ass nigga, and you can see it when I come
And f*ck a contest, we done already won
Everytime that we drop black, bet you niggaz stop that
Real shit, plus the fact I represent
And drop you flat on your back, walking on niggaz like a do' mat
Busting like a gat, so you haters get the click-clack
S.L.A.B. nigga did that, underground going plat'
[Jay'Ton]
I'm in a 2003, dropper
Niggaz think I be playing, when I rolling on my choppers
Everytime I open my mouth, here come the boppers
24/7, I be running from the helicopters
Cause I'm a thug nigga, dropping chopping
Up on the block on the way to ATL, to holla at my nigga Shot
And when you do a concert, you know the crowd gon rock
It's the Jay'Ton, two thee off the lot
With J's up on my feet, swanging down the street
And when I find a freak, I'm pumping until I skeet
Just give me the mic, so I can wreck that hoe
It's Jay'Ton, in this bitch with that boy J-Mo
[T2]
I'm J'd up, you can tell by my clothes
I'm iced up, cause my whole body froze
16 years old, got the game on hold
You be thinking I'm slow man, cause your whole block hold
Just give me the light, cause I'm a thoed ass monster
Car standing tall, think my car made by Tonka
Candy coated Hummer, looking real good
When you in your airplane, see my face on the hood
It's all good, cause I ball like that
My screens falling so hard, left a dent in your back
It's like that, cause I'm a thoed guerilla
If you make this monster mad, I'ma hurt me a nigga
16 years young, dropping hits like bombs
I know why you hating playboy, I got your girl sprung
[Kepoe]
Kepoe the throwed hoe, that they hate to see coming
But I got to, cause I'm the only bitch bumping
Black mink with Loc's, eight hundred dolla coats
F*ck the game inside out, with no strokes
Dark and lovely, far from ugly that's me
Definition of, K-E-P-O-E
First lady of S.L.A.B., cock back and jab
Become a dangerous motherf*cker, when I step in the lab
And I ain't playing, when I hit the Boulevard in a Jag
Top down trunk up, banging nothing but S.L.A.B
Before I take it out the door, I'm only letting you know
That I'm a certified bitch, known to wreck the flow
[Hook x4]
Just give me the mic, S.L.A.B. is in the do-o-or
And watch a nigga, wreck this flow
[talking]
Yo, it's T2 and S.L.A.B
It's a remix, yes sir
[Trae]
They say that I'm not wrecking, I'm about to teach 'em a lesson
How niggaz get f*cked over, when stepping off in my section
More graphic than X-Box, on Fox
With a red fox with red socks, and tank tops
F*cking with a fat bop, thoed huh the way I throw my shit together
On static, fanatic leather Gucci defining my letters
I'm bad like P. Diddy, on rapper spitting it shitty
In any city I'm gritty like the state, how you feeling
Now really, who you think gon be f*cking around with that Trae
With my screens lit, swanging and banging on MLK
In a fo' do', tipping with Shae and the BJ
It's the G way, living it up in the SK
While bitches be on my dick, like a rubber that's blocking sperm
They gon learn, I can make it till where they wet as a sherm
My game straight as a perm, they never gon see it coming
Unless I be in a dropper, with the trunk flying bumping
[Lil B]
Give me the mic, and I bet you I go hard
When you plexing in Texas, I be pulling your hoe card
In the booth or in the Coupe
It really don't matter, we hitting hard like May Moop
While niggaz be bragging, about the diamonds on they tooth
These underground punks, putting out trash that's the truth
On for do-lo on low-low's, I stay up
Doing cats like Petey Pablo, we making 'em raise up
Think of jacking if you want me, it's best that you pay up
B'der smoking bullets sparking, I'm choking you haters (haters)
Play us if you think that you can, without a plan
Take a stand, watch I make a motherf*cker say man
Can't stand how I'm wrecking a G, I'm Lil B
Ride or die for my people, S-L-A-B
The family who be dropping the bombs, leaving 'em stunned
Rocking steady for jelly, like Nelly we're number one
[Dougie D]
Who's stacking shit my nigga, give me the mic I bleed it
Pulverize it annihilate it, and punish and eat it
Slow loud and we banging, motherf*ckers you know us
Disrespecting my click, we running these hoe niggaz over
Niggaz respect my gangsta, cause I come real with it
I could halk a hell of a hully lugie, give a lyric
We ripping the track, shit nothing for Dougie
Soon as I touch it it explode, combustible functions
Everytime that you hear me, you rewinding and spin it
Keep it pumping up in the speakers, you crunk and you feel it
Down in the Dirty Dirty, motherf*ckers we soldiers
S.L.A.B. bitch, we locking and taking it over
[Warren G]
These niggaz, out of line get plugged
Stray in they chest, like a red beam slug
Don't give a damn to mean mugs, get slugs
Shae in the six riding, on dubs
Body rocking, shocking and dropping up in the club
Pass me a pint, so I can po' up a cup
Niggaz in my face, so I'm hollin' bitch what
I never give a f*ck, about a Chi-Town thug (f*ck that thug)
[Pimp Skinny]
Niggaz jumping fly, like they really want some
But you bumping your gum, ass niggaz don't want none
Pimp Skinny, bust that ass and leave you finished and done
Cause we S.L.A.B., H and haters getting hit with the bomb
Lyrical red rum, making Tweety Birds run
I'm a G ass nigga, and you can see it when I come
And f*ck a contest, we done already won
Everytime that we drop black, bet you niggaz stop that
Real shit, plus the fact I represent
And drop you flat on your back, walking on niggaz like a do' mat
Busting like a gat, so you haters get the click-clack
S.L.A.B. nigga did that, underground going plat'
[Jay'Ton]
I'm in a 2003, dropper
Niggaz think I be playing, when I rolling on my choppers
Everytime I open my mouth, here come the boppers
24/7, I be running from the helicopters
Cause I'm a thug nigga, dropping chopping
Up on the block on the way to ATL, to holla at my nigga Shot
And when you do a concert, you know the crowd gon rock
It's the Jay'Ton, two thee off the lot
With J's up on my feet, swanging down the street
And when I find a freak, I'm pumping until I skeet
Just give me the mic, so I can wreck that hoe
It's Jay'Ton, in this bitch with that boy J-Mo
[T2]
I'm J'd up, you can tell by my clothes
I'm iced up, cause my whole body froze
16 years old, got the game on hold
You be thinking I'm slow man, cause your whole block hold
Just give me the light, cause I'm a thoed ass monster
Car standing tall, think my car made by Tonka
Candy coated Hummer, looking real good
When you in your airplane, see my face on the hood
It's all good, cause I ball like that
My screens falling so hard, left a dent in your back
It's like that, cause I'm a thoed guerilla
If you make this monster mad, I'ma hurt me a nigga
16 years young, dropping hits like bombs
I know why you hating playboy, I got your girl sprung
[Kepoe]
Kepoe the throwed hoe, that they hate to see coming
But I got to, cause I'm the only bitch bumping
Black mink with Loc's, eight hundred dolla coats
F*ck the game inside out, with no strokes
Dark and lovely, far from ugly that's me
Definition of, K-E-P-O-E
First lady of S.L.A.B., cock back and jab
Become a dangerous motherf*cker, when I step in the lab
And I ain't playing, when I hit the Boulevard in a Jag
Top down trunk up, banging nothing but S.L.A.B
Before I take it out the door, I'm only letting you know
That I'm a certified bitch, known to wreck the flow
[Hook x4]
Just give me the mic, S.L.A.B. is in the do-o-or
And watch a nigga, wreck this flow