S.L.A.B. (Slow Loud and Bangin')
We Ain't Trippin
(feat. Yung Redd, Pimp Skinny, Kepoe)
[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 x2]
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 x2]
[Pimp Skinny]
Recognize, bitch this S.L.A.B.
We go
[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 x2]
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 x2]
[Pimp Skinny]
Recognize, bitch this S.L.A.B.
We go