Remix

(*talking*) Now usually I don't do this, but uh I think we need to go on and break em off With the S.L.A.B. remix [Trae] Now I'm not trying to be rude You better not touch, the candy blue When the chromed out grill, be coming through With the 84's, rolling on the shoes Looking like a spaceship, with the screens lit Down your block, I'm swanging my bitch Looking at boppers, riding my dick With TJ, throwing up the South Klique Can I get a (Slow, Loud) what about the (Bangin') When I'm crawling on 24's Popped up, with suicide do's With chrome and glass, and I'm thoed [Hook - 2x] You know we Slow, Loud And Bangin' On every corner, we hanging You see us, rolling big bodies On shiny chrome, and we banging For all my thugs, on the block That know they grinding, nonstop We hold it down, for DJ Screw On everything, that I got [Trae] Come on, you wanna act like I ain't a superstar But what about the 22's, I got on my car Or what about the boppers, that be calling my cellular Or what about the H3, Hummer you never saw Leading the line, so everybody'll follow Sitting real low, playing wreck and fall Screens lit, like show time at the Apollo Go on and get back, cause I got it on lock hoe When I'm playing it, for position In a hard top, slamming the ceiling we missing Blue over gray, in a platinum edition When I show my teeth, my diamonds be glistening Boppers wishing, that they can get with Trae But I glide right by em, like Dr. J So clean, and did I forget to say I got a Lexus T, that's so hard [Dougie D] It's Dougie D, and I'm a superstar Huffing puffing blowing weed, sipping on bar Lime bubble gray, cocked up on the beltway Skating on MJ's, headed down to Few Quay Yeah you motherfuckers feeling my flowing, you like that Nod your head to the front, and then you nod back Slow, Loud And Bangin' daddy we wreck tracks For the Screwzoo, we holding it steady just like that I'm a rhyme ripper, keeping it crunk and I drop bombs Like a pack of bees, fucking with me you will get swarmed When I ride through the streets, I'm tipping the pone chrome Y'all niggas ain't ready, lil' daddy so hold on Can a nigga get a (*inhaling*), can a nigga get a (*coughing*) Ain't nothing but, smoke in my lungs Cause a nigga getting full, and fucked up [Lil B] Take a look at the way, a nigga be grinding and shining The fifth wheel reclining, I'm steady breaking boys off in the lot When the trunk pop, I'm still gripping a Glock Short stopping these haters, trying to get what I got Cause I'm swanging and banging, my corn hanging I'm slanging Nothing but ki's, being imported from overseas Like Alicia Keys, my screens falling baby With a Bad Boy, mixed with a little Japanese One time for my thugs on the block, and niggas on lock Just chase that paper, till you get you a knot Slang rocks it don't stop, this the life of the hard knocks Bleed the game, until it turns into blood clots A S.L.A.B. representer to any contender, surrender I'm chopping boys up, like meat straight blenders Like the winter we catching spinners, and beating up fenders You boys game is lame, and y'all still beginners [Lil T] You can catch me at the bar, sipping Coke and Rum I be running through hoes, like Warrick Dunn Late night on the creep, with me and Jay'Ton S.L.A.B., and we number one Lil T who I be, and I'm crawling slow Hoes bopping on the slab, up on my window South Klique be my set, and I'ma let you know And this SB4, and I'm out the do' [Jay'Ton] Where the niggas at, really ready for the S.L.A.B It's Jay'Ton, tipping up and down the AVE Swanging the block with cops, and I can't stop dropping the top On a 6-3, can you see me I be that nigga, gripping grain Diamonds all up, in my piece and chain Coming through this bitch, sounding like a train When I bogaurd, in and out the lane [T.O.] It's T.O., I'm doing my thang Four T.V.'s, gripping on grain Swanging wide, hogging my lane Seeing me and Trae, flying down Main Looking good, and I'm looking throwed Yellow bone star, in Gucci clothes Shining bright, when I'm wrecking flows Turning heads, and I'm out the do' [Hook - 2x]