do's fool Chrome grill on the nose fool, with 4-4's wrapped up and vogues too I'll hit the Av' banging S.L.A.B., in a slab crawling like a crab Niggaz
got 4's on my low when you see me crawling Candy do's low pro's and the TV's falling, and a bad yellowbone that hear me calling It's my time to shine
that Slow Loud And Bangin', feel what I'm saying Always affiliated with the streets, 3-2 what's up baby S.U.C., Slow Loud And Bangin' Assholes by motherfucking
ain't right, and it's a burden to discuss The way that I feel inside, it burns a nigga up Friend or foe, it's hard to determine what is it But where I
my 4-4 on the side of me for company Wishing a nigga and his click, would think about jumping me Six enexchangable clips, seventeen bullets in each That's a hundred and
dick head, eat on these No meal and no flicks fuck it, I ain't tripping P.O.A. got a nigga, staying focused on a million It's Guerilla Emmet, so I run
next man That's why I keep a 45 in my hand, for the plex man Ain't no death around the corner, I see death a house away And that nigga ain't gon make
Boss, with the Nina Ross Plex is when you fucking with Trae, and the S.K You got AK's and HK's, in your face all day Bitch, war's with big niggaz when
(feat. Z-Ro, Redd, Trae, Lil' B, J-Doe, Boss) [talking] Yeah we back nigga, S.L.A.B Slow Loud And Bangin' mayn, Yung Redd My nigga Trae yeah, I'm just
] S.L.A.B., Slow Loud And Bangin' know I'm saying We been on this fly shit, yeah we keep it gangsta You know we been dropping tops, pulling out 4's Spinning