S.L.A.B. (Slow Loud And Bangin)

S.L.A.B. (Slow Loud And Bangin) - We Ain't Trippin lyrics

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(feat. Yung Redd, Pimp Skinny, Kepoe) 



[talking] 

S-L-A-B baby, Dougie D 

Hollin' at y'all, know I'm saying we ain't tripping 

We bout to dose this, me and my family S.L.A.B. 



[Hook x2] 

We S-L-A-B, and we be flossing and we flipping 

On a paper chase for the do', and we ain't tripping 

You done lost your mind, if you think you gon catch me slipping 

Always on our note, so in and out we gon be dipping 



[Jay'Ton] 

SK, wrecking the game and sitting throwed 

Four T.V.'s, in a big wide load 

Competition, with the trunk on glow 

Read it out, it say Big Mello 

Representing, through the parking lot 

When I beat the lot, they gotta call the laws 

Stop and pause, so it's drop your jaw 

Swinging a Lac, finna break the wall 

You can't stop us 

Showtyme flipping on choppers 

I be flipping, on my glass 

With leather, under my ass 

When I be, stacking my cash 

I gotta be on shine mayn 

Playing with me, and I bring the pain 

S-L-A-B all on my chain, I love it mayn 



[Yung Redd] 

It's like one for the money, and two is for them hoes 

Three is for the drank, four pass me the smoke 

You'll never see me riding, in any old Benz 

Unless it's jet black, on 20 inch rims 

I got more, Air Force than the government 

Every color pair I'm stepping out, trust me I'm loving it 

I never leave the house, without a single rubber 

Plus I crawl like Ringling Brothers, hoes love us 

Under the influence, catch me swerving 

Balling in a number six, like Julius Irving 

My watch and my chain, got me coughing and sneezing 

Still a young heathen, as long as I'm breathing 

You pay for a show turn it out, then I'm leaving 

The whether man told us, it's flossing season 

This year I got it made, I'm shining y'all 

Even though I got a deal, I'm still grinding y'all 

I'm off the block, see me sitting on 20's 

A red label Bentley, my tires too skinny 

Chain hanging to my nuts, I wear my jersey backwards 

And a gun on my waist, just to serve these actors 

Catch me and Trae, macking to a dime 

Easy to spit a rhyme, niggaz still try to shine 

I got a Rolex, I got time on my hands 

Still pulling out a grand, I'm the motherfucking man ha 



[Dougie D] 

Ok, what the deal do kin folk 

Playing them games, not a good idea though 

S-L-A-B, Dougie D all about the paper stacks 

Bitch, I'm no hoe 

Constant grinding, hard on a mission 

In and out, the click be dipping 

Motherfucker, what the laws tal'n bout 

Thinking I'm off my note, look here bitch y'all tripping 

Mashing gas, and smash on cockroaches 

In the midst of a kind, I'm still smoking 

Ah come on, don't be so shallow 

Fucking around, I'll leave your chest wide open 

Bitch made, mark niggaz can't see me 

Swallow 'em up, and shut 'em out like feces 

Sold do' in a motherfucking mayn 

Keep it funky, in the place that we be 



[Hook x2] 



[Pimp Skinny] 

Recognize, bitch this S.L.A.B. 

We gon beat up, and down your AVE. 

Steady commits, to acting bad 

Just like a bat, we'll beat your ass 

You haters better, do your math 

The lyrical wizard, with a staff 

Is ready to split, your shit in half 

I love to see these, haters mad 

I got to get it, the mill ticket 

The S.L.A.B. family, gon make you feel it 

Pimp Skinny sho, love to spit it 

The G shit, you hoes get it 

Whenever when they, wasn't with it 

Cause the thug shit, I love to live it 

Just doing my thang, bring the pain 

Step to the side, while I make the change 



[Kepoe] 

K-E-P-O-E 

Fin to wreck, S-L-A-B 

Y'all know me, the one with the screens 

Four 18's, and a triple beam 

Call me Jada, four skate fader 

Bitch like me in a Navigator 

That's now or later, I'm here to stay 

Me and Trae, in excelerators 

The key to the city, like P. Diddy 

From here to Philly, I'ma pop a wheely 

Like Ruff Ryders, through Nevada 

Show my ass, you know I gotta 

I'm a cause a, lot of drama 

Spinning heads, like Wonder Woman 

You hear me coming, from a mile away 

Whoa bitch, get out the way 

Like Ludacris, 24 karats all on my wrist 

I'ma roll out, till I make a hit 

Please believe, I'ma damage this dismantle it 

When I handle it, Lil' Kepoe fin to go split 

None of y'all, gon fuck with this 

Cause I spin your head, like Exorcist 



[Hook x2] 



[Trae] 

Love to shine, on the grind to get paid 

Clear 'em out on blades, I'm a down South baller 

Shot caller, and a block brawler 

Swing, when I'm in a platinum Impala 

Two more to follow, when I ride the freeway 

With lil' J-Dog, pulling out the G way 

Bubble eyed up, talking on a three-way 

Say Trae, no time for the he-say she-say 

2-2, when I'm on my B-Day 

Each and every day on the block, will be a P-Day 

T-Day'll be the day, you get a relay 

Relapse, what I'ma clap with a SK 

You got the plex, I'm shut the shit down 

Strapped on nuts, swinging on the Grapevine 

Showing my ass, when I let my top down 

Break a nigga off, when I'm on that four line 

Four cars, ahead of ya 

Wanna stop my shine, but I ain't letting ya 

Better move around, 'fore I'm wetting ya 

With a BB vest on my chest, wrecking ya 

Checking ya, on the slab on the AVE 

Wood grain I grab, in a baby Nav' 

Alligator on my toes, it's so throwed 

Piece and chain, and on the center fold 



[Lil B] 

I'm a S-L-A-B representer 

With paint dripping, right off my fender 

Number one contender, heavy weight winner 

Eating tracks, like they bread dinner 

Kicking down your do, with a 4-4 

Or calico, that'll tag your toe 

S.L.A.B. gon go, to the top 

Can't get caught slipping, I'ma cock the glock 

And when I pop the glock, all hoes gon move 

Lil B on note, I done paid my dues 

Wanna run with a nigga, better lace your shoes 

Cause I be pulling more stunts, than Tom Cruise 

When the spit is over, yes I'm colder than North Dakota 

S.L.A.B. soldier, already told ya 

From the Southside got they mouth wide for a pound of doja 

You niggaz know ya, better quit 

Playing games, cause we the shit 

When I get mad it's wig split, on pen and pad we rocking it 

No stopping it, so stop hating 

Wide body, we navigating 

In mash mode, no procrastination 

Being number one, is my destination
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