Slab Shotz - Trae Tha Truth, Dre, Pee Wee

Yeah it’s that T, you know I’m tal’n bout

In this bitch, for that boy Trae b-day

It’s going down, know I’m saying

Happy b-day boy, Pee-Weezy off the heezy

S.L.A.B., Slow Loud in your face

Feel this, it’s going down

Wide body fo' do', skating up the block

Got my trunk on knock, when I’m swanging the lot

With a bubble eyed bitch, lighting up your life

Flying pass all yemps, cause hoes’ll get shife

I swang and swing, down M-L-King

Drop screens on the scene, so my TV’s gleam

I got a bad ass bitch, that’s on my team

I got a thoed ass Glock, with a big ass beam when I’m

Sitting sideways, with a three piece suiter

Got a thoed broad, but my bitch cuter

Screens gon fall, digitell computer

24 karat cut, ice might cool ya

When I school ya ooh ya, better stay on your toes

Iced out Movado, might keep your eyes froze

Glassy ass 4's, and I’m in playa mode

Pass it to the Trae, so he can unload

Me and Re pulling up, steady fucking em up

Chopping em up on the cut, still sliding on buck

With a hundred dollar cup, yelling out bitch what

You wanna do on the cool, cause we be acting a fool

With the blue over grey boys, (we don’t play boys)

Straight off top, and we’ll bust AK boy

Make noise, whenver we be crawling the block

(you know the shit don’t stop, till the cash get dropped)

We Southside to body rock, the bumper unlock

Two thee off the lot, so the bops gon jock

And the niggas wanna block, when I’m balling in the mix

With BJ and Shay, throwing up the South Klique

South Klique is what we claim, and niggas you know the name

We swang and bang, with diamonds all in our chain

From Antione to South Main, we bringing the pain

Slabbed out for life, and leaving stains on brains

You leaving stains on brains, I’m leaving stains on wax

Breaking they back in a Lac, with the trunk on crack

The fifth wheel on lean, yellow bops on ping

With a sag in my jeans, living the thug life dream

As a ghetto superstar, white cup full of bar

Dropping the top in the wind, so you know who we are

You can’t see, it’s the Trae and Lil B

(playa made for life, till we D-I-E)

S.L.A.B., time to drop tops

Swanging off the lots, while you hoes be bopping

S.L.A.B., when your trunk knock

Beating down your block, while niggas body rocking

It’s that boy Jay, pulling up thoed in a Hum-Vae

(shit) all the boppers say, he got a different ride everyday

(damn) on top of that, 18's beating with my trunk cracked

(man) I’ma wreck the track, while O and E smoking on a black

(S.L.A.B.) Slow Loud And Bangin, see us in the hood orangatanging

(please) why you hoes be capping, you ain’t got no ass and your titties sagging

(bitch) get out my face, 'fore Jay fuck around and catch a case

(bling) my ice so bright, you look like your face been sprayed with mace

I pull up to the club, in some’ing that’s stretched

32 inches around, my neck

Guerilla Maab, all in my deck

Dougie D and Trae, just wrecked

A skeet taste, on 3D-2

Slowed down and chopped, by DJ Screw

Me missing you, still riding blue

Leather seats, with choppers too

I’m 18, and I;m versatile

Ice white gold, when I crack a smile

Back that ass up, like Juvenile

Been freestyling, for a little while

When I cross your ride, I commit a foul

They’ll tell you, I ball

Catching boppers, coming out the mall

Dead End, wrecked the Seawall

Little Dre, I forever ball

Ain’t nothing, but the motherfucking slab I’m in

Pull em right up off of the lot, up in a big boy Benz

Blue lens and setting trends, making boppers grin

Coming down the boulevard, drop the top and down low sixing

They don’t wanna try to fade us, cause we just so throwed

Slow Loud And Bangin baby, that’s the way we roll

Put it in the deck heads checking, the boppers stay wet

Cause a natural effect, whenever I step on the set

I be known to get fly, when I drop my top

Step out body rocking, because the shit don’t stop

Can’t quit won’t move, cause I’m a cold ass dude

Put it all up in they face, cause that’s just the way I do

Hold up you ain’t knew, the way that we come through

Chilling with thug G’s, sip and bang Screw

Yup love it mayn, oh baby yes we do

Shit ain’t gon stop, until we say to