In a Slab (S.L.A.B.ed) - Trae Tha Truth

Yeah 2003−2004, we in a slab on you boys

Lil B in here representing with the fam

Slow Loud And Bangin', y’all boys get it right

We stinging it in your brain, you feel me

We swanging and dropping top on you boys

Hitting switches and making the front end

Hop on you chumps

In a slab, drop the drop and skate 4's

Beating up the block, and moving so slow

In a slab, peeping haters as I roll by

In a Cheve 7−5, but still I’m so fly

In a slab, I know these boppers peeping me

They peep the G, and peep the way I wreck the streets

I’m in a slab, blue when I wet the block

We wreck the lot, so now we got the game on lock

I’m in the zone, sitting on 20 inches of chrome

Looking like a baby plane, with bubble eye beams on

Moving niggas out the way, when the Trae come through

Be strutting on blue, the same nigga repping for Screw

I started the S.L.A.B., and now we got the click on fire

My inches be higher, then Mariah hit notes in the choir

I’m in a slab, and ain’t no way I’m stopping my shine

I swang and recline, just like I know the game is mine

Peep game, I’m peeping these haters and weaving these hoes

That’s peeping my 4's, I’m slamming suicide do’s

You know I stay fly, in a hard top drop top

Cocking Glocks, boys know this shit don’t stop

We in a slab deliver jabs, to niggas that’ll knock

On jock, Lil B making you niggas body rock

Trunk knock the trunk pop, and do the Southside

Do’s locked the front hop, when I be swinging wide

I hope the block like hop scotch, skating on chrome

I swang and I roll, with twin hoes bad to the bone

Forever a G, on buck hide throw up the Southside

From block to block, to them haters got they mouth wide

Open, keeping 'em scoping just like the laws

So amazed by the ways, I’m flipping with no flaw

So gangsta no wankstas, on my team

If you fall out of place, you catching a red beam

Catch me in a slabed out, yeah

Jet with, a bumper grill

Floating down your block, Cl’Che gon show the skills

Steady make them boys holla (she real)

I got freestyle for days, and lyrics that’d kill

Can’t hang with hoes, cause these hoes ain’t real

So I roll with fellas, oops I mean guerillas

Cl’Che-Guerilla Maab nigga, all in your grill-a

You can catch the Dougie squatting and tipping, on deuce-deuce

My slab is like a person, I love to change up the shoes

When I pass by the block, lil' kids say ooh

Yeah I’m like the Fast and the Furious, speeding like vroom

I ride with the trunk up and cracked, with the seat back

Sipping purple stuff, while I’m blowing a ball bat

Dropping the top, and you bitches throwing deuce and giving dab

Blue, black or the red don’t you touch my slab

How I’m flipping the block, never tricking on a bop

Lying to these hoes, say I left my shit in the drop

You want a drop stick bitch, I can give you the cock

But when it comes to the money, I gotta keep it on lock

Switching lane to lane, as I grip on grain

Four wheel drive, riding out all terrain

You keep it simple and plain, I come knocking with bang

Candy paint so wet, that it look like it rained

Pull out the slab, steady beating the AVE

I peeped your pad, I already smashed your gal

Like a crab I crawl slow, low pro 84

Think a playa ball, cause I do it just like it go

Fa sho, need I say no mo'

Recognize a G nigga, till the day I go

Pimp Skinny that’s fa sho, crack the trunk and it go

Beating up the block, motherfuckers say whoa

I’m in a bucket, but I’m riding it like it’s a Benz

I got hubs on dubs, that look just like rims

They don’t stay up, and my mirrors broke

But it’s crunk and ended, it leave a trail of smoke

But I’m known to get fly, when I flip in my Houpe

Pimping my juice, nigga with the deuce out the roof

You can catch me on your block, bang and banging the AVE

Slow Loud And Bangin', nigga that’s my slab

Come and flip with me sip with me, swanging the butter

Call me the candy wrecker, cause my slab can pull a

Bad bitch, that wanna suck me up while I’m driving

Navigating her head, just keeping her bobbing

I’m leaving it round sticky, everywhere that I be in

59 touching 90, up and down I-10

Showtyme like Sprewells, my job is to keep moving

Leaning in my whip, Southside still grooving

You know me Kepoe, the one that come throwed

Hit so hard, when I jab the intro

Houston boy, coming up the end zones

Sitting sideways, in a double-O Benzo

Y’all ain’t ready holding the wheel steady

Looking fine than a bitch, on 20 inch Perelli’s

With my roll dog Trae, we headed to L. A

Or the Grammy’s in Miami, so niggas better make way