(feat. Pretty Todd, Trae, Poppy, Starchy Arch, Lil B, Dou)



[talking]

Pretty Todd baby, and you know I'm driving slow

While getting head from your broad, them Grit Boys

And Slow Loud And Bangin', see this how the real

Put it on the S.L.A.B. shit, pass that here boy



[Trae]

It's the return of a Maab nigga, sending slugs to the jaw nigga

Applying pressure, so niggaz be praying they die quicker

Guerilla killa that's it, at any given time known to click

On bitch niggaz and on fake rappers, constantly riding my dick

They don't wanna go to war, Grit Boys Guerilla Maab, Slow Loud And Bangin'

Untamed in the game, I got a perfect aim motherfuckers better get out my lane

Trae ready for disaster, faster than a motherfucking rocket

If you knock it I'ma stop it, verbally slapping your face till it's out of

socket

I got my weighter with my hate, so call me a threat to the rap game

2-45 and fucking with me, is like running a truck into a freight train

I'm a hazard type son of a bastard, that mastered living on these streets

With no sleep on my feet, but the heat on a mission making it deeper

Thug a block hugger, a slugger rougher than niggaz that's gutter

None other made to be tougher, buffer than Shaq to a buster

Dig it when I spit it you can't get with it, my skills'll never be leaving

Bleeding these niggaz deceiving, to the chest stopping they breathing



[Poppy]

Shit, Grit and S.L.A.B. is sick

They spit venomous prick, we getting deep up in your ass like enemas bitch

It's like you dreaming, everytime you pick pencils up

Victicious niggaz, stop rapping for the cinemas

And stop, talking bout ice

It ain't too many niggaz out there balling, start talking bout life

And we can talk about price, I paid mine everyday

I shuffle my feet quick, hit like heavyweights

We on a feddy chase, moving at a steady pace

And quick to disrespect the face, of you cats that's every face

So if you think you ready, make your move

Bet I be the first to pull, and make your head a convertible



[Hook x2]

The take over, nigga the break's over

The game's getting ugly, it's time for a makeover

Fuck you fraud niggaz, bitch we killing tracks

The Grit Boys and S.L.A.B., now how real is that



[Starchy Arch]

It's them niggaz, that just learned how to spit right

They think they could fuck with Trae, Arch and Grit right

It's not happening, dog we bust happening

It don't matter what city or state, that we rapping in

And I'm the nigga, that's moving through your community

Moving units like what, what the fuck can you do to me

It's not hard for you to see, I'm killing tracks man

I shouldn't write raps, I should write the track in uligy

And I need it man, I'm bumper than sars

But I'm doing more better, since I'm fucking with Todd

And uh you will never hear about, how I'm changing

I'm still flossing my slab, my music's Slow Loud And Bangin'



[Lil B]

Taking over the game ain't nothing, changing Slow Loud And Bangin'

We bringing nothing but hits, leaving hating niggaz pissed

I'm gutter no other nigga, can wreck it like me

L-I-L-B, still repping it for S-L-A-B

Stop up and singe like a plumber, killing drama send a nigga through trauma

I'm throwed like Muhammad I'm cold whoa, lay back on cruise control

Cock it we pop it, unlock it give me what you got

Cause the Grit Boys and Slow Loud And Bangin', got this underground on lock

And a nigga don't play by the way I must say, I'm throwed in the game like MJ

When I shake bake and I take a chump, to the backyard scream out (mayday)

Rolling unfolding holding it down for the Southside, got they mouth wide

Slip and we slide, it ain't no plexing nigga just repping my side

Told you we S.L.A.B. soldiers, weak rappers getting rolled over

By a V-12 motor getting hit like doja, this is the take over



[Unique]

Grit Boys, it's that swagger boy

Sharp as a dagger boy

I'm the future nothing after boy, and you can tell he trill

Pimp juice in full effect, without the Nellyville

It's that Grit-tastic poster boy, I know you know your boy

I have you doing what you suppose to, putting up my posters boy

And Unique, stay blasting scopes

Put Houston on my back, like a Astros coat

Grit the shit, you better ask them folks

Cause S.L.A.B., ride with them bastards folks

Please believe me, start breathing easy

Cause you niggaz won't be leaving, 'less you breathing weezy



[Hook x2]



[Scooby]

Unique that bastard, and I'm that heathen

Bringing out the asthma, so y'all not breathing

It's time to kill, y'all not leaving

You signing deals, but y'all not read them

And you all know, Scoob the man

So stop asking, who's the man

I don't mean no harm, but I hate giving dudes my hand

Cause dudes think Scoob, they fan

And look y'all, why don't y'all niggaz go kick a freestyle

Cause none of y'all niggaz, is hardly fucking with me dog

I'm the youngest as mother, and I stomach the hunger

Y'all niggaz doubt it, now y'all running the numbers uh



[talking]

Take over nigga, this ain't no fake shit

I hope y'all boys listened, this is the real

Grit Boys, S.L.A.B., Slow Loud And Bangin'