(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]