(feat. Lil B, Trae, Jay Ton, Pimp Skinny, T2, Kiotti, and)



[Hook x2]

I'm still swanging in a drop

Slow Loud-Slow Loud, Bangin' up the block

Either way it go, I know I can't stop

Cause I gotta let em know, where I come from (H-Town)



[Lil B]

Representer from Hiram-Clarke, your body outlined in chalk

Cause a nigga will get to tussling and rushing, like Marshall Faulk

You haters don't wanna see a nigga, grind for a minute

Recline for a minute, that's why I'm finna shine for a minute

We rhyme for a minute, but I'm still Lil B from the block

Swanging my do's wide open, making you niggaz mouth drop

Tops drop on cops, but bops we wreck shop

S.L.A.B. wrecking your spot, boy this here won't stop

We some certified wreckers, on the track we molesters

Got the cheese like Chester, boys bet not test us

We gon glide like Clyde, North-East-West and Southside

It really don't matter, represent it with pride



[Trae]

Well it's the wood grain grabber, fo' do' glass skater

Tinted up like Darth Vader, when I slide pass haters

The only way you know is Trae, is when I'm stepping out gators

On 22's candy blue, and on a mission for paper

And I'm a cock-glock popper, and a Slow Loud rocker

Bitch-made nigga knocker, and a bop type stopper

With B and Jay at the spot, with them dots on stock

Looking like a helicopter, when I crawl down blocks

While my chrome be spinning, iced out when I'm grinning

I know I need to stop sinning, when I'm fucking with women

Cause I'm a G by nature, I get the game from my brother

I'm on the Belt burning rubber, born and raised in the gutter



[Jay'Ton]

I'm still swanging up in a drop, and steady running from cops

With golds across the top of my mouth, swanging the lot

While looking for yellow bops, you know it don't never stop

With trunks waving the block, with Reese and Lil' Pop

We some Down South playas, and flipping in Navigators

For niggaz that's talking down, we pop the trunk on the haters

I'm steady pumping for paper, from Houston on to the Caders

The only thing that I know, is to drop and slide on them skaters



[Hook x2]



[Pimp Skinny]

Steady acting bad, moving fast as I dash

It's this nigga named Pimp Skinny, stay up on the mash

Bleeding for the cash, with the drop and then I dash

All you bitch ass niggaz, gon feel for that

Gun clapper ass slapper, close the chapter

S.L.A.B. nigga ass waxer, underground punch will never be a factor

For the real track master, doing it like a G

Cause I'm a wicked flow master



[T-2]

I'm flipping with the S.L.A.B., give your boy dap

You say you my partna hicka-hicka damn, quit making me laugh

Cause you making me, stop my car

You'll be laying six feet, in a do' in the hearse

I'm putting in work, playboy I'm writing my own rhymes

Doing my shows in different places, buy my own shine

Chill and recline, got my life made

My platinum in my mouth, like it was cleaned with Cascade

Could it be, the ice in my mouth

I'm still-I'm still, T-2 from the block

Use to have a little, but I have a lot

Southside of H-Town, is where I came from (yes sir)



[Hook x2]



[Kiotti]

Don't be fooled, by the rocks that I got

I'm still-I'm still, Kiotti with a glock

See me in a drop, pulling on your block

And I ride Sprewell, cause I guess I got tired of chops

In my throwback

Maybe brick 4 red Mustang, that's a jet car

You know me, young Kiotti

Baya-bay and I hang on the block, like clouds on gray days

When I pull through, it's like whoa

Niggaz see me coming, rims stop then go

Man I got a whole, lot of cash to blow

I mash hard, with them S.L.A.B. niggaz swanging down your 'Vard



[Maurice]

Crawling through the scene, Benz lime freaky green

Too big to be a machine, falling screens submarine

Swanging from coast to coast, I never brag never boast

On a Rolls Royce man, I'm eating scrambled eggs and toast

Hard top Testarosta, when I slide down 'Boule's

Double header watch me swinging my blades, chop like swarms

I'm wrecking mics for rewards, I'm cracking dats in the cars

84's or vogues, I do the do like more



[Hook x2]