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s.l.a.b. - wreckin lyrics

(-talking-)
ah-ha, we slow loud and bangin’ you heard me
you could believe that, y’all ain’t ball what we bringing this year
we busting heads ducking feds, you heard me
you better watch your broad, cause she will get tossed
believe that, clue holla at your boys man
we down here doing it just like y’all
we bringing it man, we coming for it

[t.c.]
i’m dope, like a pound or ki
shut the f-ck up, and listen to me
your boy bout mack-matics, hustle game drastic
the way i make them birds flip, like gymnastics
pull the duct tape and rope out, on a dope route
23 inch rims, the boy gotta poke out
duck a fed, lil’ one bust a head
get the bread all day, that’s how i play it
ain’t got time for that dumb sh-t, cousin catch a cut
when i drop my nuts, whodi heads bust
spend a lot of big faces dog, in god we trust
and if you flexing up, whacking you is a must

[trae]
let me introduce you, to the young gunners
in a six, top down living stunners
i’m a pimp, game i gotta run em
my money, b-tch you ain’t getting none of that
with a brick and tank i’m hauling that, on the way to louisiana
i got stangs off in savannah, with my n-gga shot in atlanta
s.l.a.b. slow loud and bangin’, it’s plain to see we ain’t changing
the block get bled wherever i’m hanging, everyday all day i’m stanging
d-bo and rick in a expedition, t.v.’s in a 2k3 edition
black on black tint, so n-ggas missing
with a throw away glock, that a n-gga ditching
i ain’t the n-gga, that you wanna play with
i might cl!ck, then i might start to spray sh-t
everytime i come out they cop this, cause they know they cannot stop this
m double a-b, anytime i sw-ng you know i’m a g
s.u.c s-l-a-b, for life till i d-i-e

[lil b]
lil b, popped up in a six
on a constant grind, steady hitting l!cks
riding h-ll-a-chrome, getting h-ll-a-dome
from a thoed, louisiana yellow bone
with my n-gga t.c., you boys really don’t want it with me
moving bricks, from n.o. to a.c
still repping s-l-a-b, s-l-a-b
i be the one that’ll leave you numb, with my lil’ kin folk jay’ton
dropping bombs, gripping guns
slow, loud and bangin’ is number one
but this ain’t nelly, shots letting off through your pelly-pelly
if you try to shortstop my feddy
like archie eversole n-gga we ready we ready
told you boys, we was ready for war
like the mafia, we above the law
breaking jaws doing raw, sending bullet holes through your foreign car
only for the pay day, running through hoes like a texas relay
on the block, with shae and the bj
i’m still pushing, these rhymes like weight

[kendro]
don’t get the underground twisted fool, a n-gga played it
now they hating and hack and deleting, f-ggots out my bracket
cooly d’s on swoll, but it really feel like it inhaled some potent chronic
dro flows loc blows, still tracks like hop scotch
back off in the mix i’m in it, still i be diminishing contenders
and i him they -ss up, like suspenders
with seven to your back, like mario elly
pop a pill-y of the x, and run it all through em really

[jay’ton]
i be that n-gga sitting thoed, through the lot
a n-gga like me, gotta bleed the block
your little boy jay’ton, gotta drop the top
with brights and tearing, the g-spot
i might take a hoe to mo, knock her down
you know how we do it, up in the h-town
that’s the down south, golds in my mouth
i be that pimp, with hoes on a route
gotta get my cash, pick it up and then i hit my gas
burning off, like a shotgun blast
ready to put my foot, in your -ss
then again, i’m in another mode
when i’m throwing bows, on 84’s
with a yellow hoe, and a calico
slow loud and bangin’ till the day i go

(-talking-)
ha, sit back and feel this one
s.l.a.b., volume motherf-cking 4

trae in here hollin’ at you, you know how it go
s.u. motherf-cking c. baby
s-l-a-b, guerilla maab, south klique
h-town’s finest, you feel me
oh yeah 3-deuce you on lock boy
but you know i’ma hold it down for you
s.l.a.b. forever, know i’m saying
r.i.p. screw-u, mike d i see you just touched down
put it in they face, my n-gga
gotta keep it gangsta, what up carlos
at that top dollar, appreciate you
for the motherf-cking instrumental
now they can’t stop us from making hits, ha-ha

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