(feat. Kiotti)



[talking:]

What's up people, this GB

Putting it down here for S.L.A.B., Slow Loud And Bangin'

It go down like that, for real 2K2 style, feel that



[Hook:]

We Slow Loud And Bangin', ain't nothing changing

Slow Loud And Bangin',  Slow Loud And Bangin'

We Slow Loud And Bangin', ain't nothing changing

Slow Loud And Bangin', untamed and we banging



[Lil B:]

Lil B, ready to do you in

Baby girl are you ready for cum, in the send

From the back end, I want you and your friend

Bust one for me, and my big bro in the Penn

That's Mr. Red, and your legs gon spread

Wide open, waiting for the hard head

I'm a hard head, do it in the water bed

Hitting every position, till I break a sweat

Then I got's to go, cause I'm a thug on shine

L-I-L-B, constantly grind

4400 block, on Grapevine

It's where a nigga well known, to reside

Cause I'm a Mr., not a hoe kisser

Haters getting scarred, they catching a blister

Ball and I pause, and swinging my fist up

We Slow Loud And Bangin', on the pitcher



[Trae:]

I'm a Down South thug, raw and untamed

Niggaz hate, but they ain't saying no names

It'll be best, for me to maintain

Banging slow, and still gripping on grain

Stacking change, living wreckless

Why these cats, wanna be holding plexes

Is it cause, I'm from the Southside of Texas

Drop the Lac, and pick up a Lexus

Now these boppers, trying to cuff me up

But I'm way too playa, for me to be stuck

Better slide they bitch ass, off of my buck

Only thing they could do, is try to suck me up

Wanna rough me up, oh no never

Screw-K2, I'm way too clever

Cock me up, finna mash the gas

3-wheeling on hoes, when I hit the leather

In windy whether, when I ride the Beltway

Skating on 4's, with caliente

Saliente, crawling slow

Doing 85, and I'm dropping low

On the back road, in the late night

Strap in the lap, when I'm at the stop light

Swanged out left, when I whip a quick right

Click the remote, open up the blue light



[Hook]



[Jay'Ton:]

J-A-Y-T and O-N

When I'm on the flow, I'm pimping my pen

Pimping these hoes, and stacking my ends

Stacking my ends, and swanging my Benz

Or the Lac-a, or the Rover

Or in the Gator, ain't no more Nova

You got a click, I got the soldiers

With a AK, so you know it's over

Thinking thoeder, imagination

A lot of y'all niggaz, into playa-hation

Eight T.V.'s, and a Playstation

Flipping flossing, all across the nation

Penetration, for them boppers

Some of these niggaz, be baller blockers

Mad, cause I'm flipping on silver choppers

We got chrome, on candy droppers

Movie stars, shining bright

Got baguettes, that light up the night

Throwed hogs, that's out of sight

Clap twice, turn off the lights

Keep it gangsta, call me playa

On the Southside, they call me mayor

If you hating nigga, I don't cay-are

I'm Gucci'd down, with the braided hair



[Kiotti:]

Check it out we S.L.A.B., we Slow Loud and Bang out loud

If a nigga wanna get crunk, the club done K-I-O

Fin to show shock this crowd, and check it out

I don't hang with nothing but guerillas, and killas

When I be coming out on the block, and we never be changing

Nigga Slow Loud And Bangin', tell me nigga what set that you claiming

When I hang in, dropping the top in the helicop'

Y'all ain't never seen a nigga so fly, oh my

That be the K-I-O, and a nigga that'll never ever die

I'm Superman, finna swang off in a Coupe-er man

Y'all ain't never ever see a nigga, that'll drop a thousand

And then I re-coupe it man

That's the way that I do the science man, and my mathematics

Left the game, now I'm back at it

Y'all don't wanna see, my slab tactics

Y'all don't wanna see me, get mad at it

When I grab the mic, and I be on the course

In the Benz, or on the Porsche

Nigga I'm the one, with the black from Source

Nigga do you wanna battle, that's your choice we bout it



[Hook]