Slab b*tch lyrics

(*talking*)
Uh oh, S-L-A-B soldiers in this b*tch mayn
Trae on the mic mayn, my lil' brother Galo
Classy D yes sir, it go down mayn
Slab soldiers for real, mob style for life mayn
Squeeze the block, till it ain't nothing left
This C.L., from the West mayn

[Hook - 4x]
S.L.A.B. b*tch, get out the way
Get out the way b*tch, get out the way

[Lil' B]
H.A.W.K. done rolled in a wide load, with candy paint on 84's
Got a calico for a hating hoe, that'll beat the clown like Bozo
I'll tag your toe when I hit you hard, let you know I really don't bar
Step on the scene then pull your broad, getting mad I'll pull your card
Call it far but that's how it go, down here in the S-O
Riding solo in a fo' do', call me Lil' B I'm Bybo
I wreck a show when I rock a stage, slab blasting off like a twelve gauge
n*ggas seem amazed we on the front page, bout the feddy we getting paid
Playa made and that's on the click, but these bopping hoes be riding di*k
I hit her quick then leave em sick, f*ck shooting a arrow like cupid
They stupid I'm a thug n*gga, stepping out in Gucci how you figga
Your b*tch out of line you better gon get her, head buster I'm a wig splitter
You can't forget a n*gga don't play, represent the Park I'm on Fewquay
I gotta let my top down on a sunny day, it's S.L.B. b*tch get on out the way
[Trae]
I recommend that y'all get back, 'fore I get p*ssed off and I wreck tracks
You n*ggas be liking the chit-chat, better duck when I'm busting on contact
A guerilla be ready for combat, four deep when I creep in a black Lac
You think you the best n*gga bet that, everytime I spit see I'ma squash that
I got slab soldiers street cruisers, mouth piece like a load abuser
Twin rugers, coming out the roof in a Land Cruiser
You don't wanna plex cause I'm gonna do ya, I ain't tripping I'm ready to get it on
Did you hear the fat lady sing, hell naw so I got about eight mo' rounds of f*cking up your dome
b*tch you done f*cked up and got a n*gga p*ssed, now I'm bout to get all up in your sh*t
Lean on a n*gga like I'm a bumper kit, off the chain ready to bite like a pit
But Donny D we throwing up South Klique, living on lock down
Don Juan I ain't forgot ya, see you already know I'ma shut they block down
And now y'all n*ggas finna disrespect, cause I run up they set fin to leave you wet
When I'm pulling this it's only gon take a sec, and when I let it go you better run like a b*tch
Half of you n*ggas better go get a job, you thinking you better than me
Your rap skills we gon let it be, n*gga you know you'll never see me

[Hook - 4x]

[Mr. 3-2]
It's the Big Boss in a Harley, Fat Domino
I make the broads work the track, and bring back payroll
No, I don't go for them games
Shoot a infrared aim, and that's a god damn shame
How I'ma lay em in n*ggas tonsils, out here in these streets
f*ck starving I'ma eat, baby I bring heat
On every side of town, bleeding us underground
Have my weight up, knocking out boys in the first round
I stay down, like the ground you walk on
Right quick right fast, b*tch I'm worldwide known
Blown out the frame, on a come up mission
For the face big heads, leaving boys missing
[Showtyme]
Step in my path'll get you gone, spinning necks like a wheel of chrome
When I come through better guard your dome, like the n*gga Trick Daddy I'ma take it home
Smash the gas I'm moving fast, I'm on a paper chase gotta get that cash
Deep in the South where I keep my stash, a n*gga like me might beat your ass
Call me a chicken break it down, n*gga bricks know all over town
You don't really wanna f*ck with my underground fool, cause this undeground sh*t ain't got no rules
You n*ggas want a game I play to win, the n*gga Showteezy did it again
c*cked up deuce trays in a bubble eye lens, you could say it on a Lexus Lac or Benz
Customized n*gga you can't buy nowhere, think flyness gotta be in the air
Side to side n*gga you could find me there, this sh*t's so hot you get burned from the flare

[Hook - 4x]