Remix (S.L.A.B.ed) - Trae Tha Truth

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

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

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

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

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

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

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'

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

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'