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s.l.a.b. - gimmie the mic lyrics

(-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 n-ggas 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 sh-t together
on static, fanatic leather gucci defining my letters
i’m bad like p. diddy, on rapper spitting it sh-tty
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, sw-nging 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 b-tches be on my d-ck, 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 n-ggas 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 sh-t my n-gga, 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 cl!ck, we running these hoe n-ggas over
n-ggas respect my gangsta, cause i come real with it
i could halk a h-ll of a hully lugie, give a lyric
we ripping the track, sh-t 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. b-tch, we locking and taking it over

[warren g]
these n-ggas, out of line get plugged
stray in they chest, like a red beam slug
don’t give a d-mn to mean mugs, get slugs
shae in the six riding, on dubs
body rocking, shocking and dropping up in the club
p-ss me a pint, so i can po’ up a cup
n-ggas in my face, so i’m hollin’ b-tch what
i never give a f-ck, about a chi-town thug (f-ck that thug)

[pimp skinny]
n-ggas jumping fly, like they really want some
but you bumping your gum, -ss n-ggas don’t want none
pimp skinny, bust that -ss 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 -ss n-gga, and you can see it when i come
and f-ck a contest, we done already won
everytime that we drop black, bet you n-ggas stop that
real sh-t, plus the fact i represent
and drop you flat on your back, walking on n-ggas like a do’ mat
busting like a gat, so you haters get the cl!ck-clack
s.l.a.b. n-gga did that, underground going plat’

[jay’ton]
i’m in a 2003, dropper
n-ggas 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 n-gga, dropping chopping
up on the block on the way to atl, to holla at my n-gga 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, sw-nging 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 b-tch 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 -ss 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 n-gga
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 b-tch 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., c-ck 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 b-tch, known to wreck the flow

[hook – 4x]
just give me the mic, s.l.a.b. is in the do-o-or
and watch a n-gga, wreck this flow

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