Oh (Slow, Loud & Bangin’) Trae tha Truth (Ft. Grace (rapper), Kendro, Lil Boss, Paul Wall & Shyna)

[Trae]
I pull up on the block, trunk knock the kits off
The fifth fly, but I'm still bout to get pissed off
Swangas on a everyday base, crawl by the law
I don't want another case, with the nigga named Grace
So we put it in they face, with the black drop
Low in the front, cocked up with the top up
Might as well hit the block up, 'fore the drop lock up
With a Glock cocked up, when a hater pop up
I put the rock up, and shine they asses off
Like Roy Pat, I'm coming out the South
Got diamonds in my mouth, when I'm on my route
Throwback screwed up, know what I'm tal'n bout
Hey, niggas say that they don't know about a G
But I bet they know a G, when I pull up on the D
U-B for the S.U.C., S-L-A-B
T-R-A-E, M double A B
I'm sick with it, niggas never get with it
Brick and a mic, guaranteed I'm the shit with it
Better write hard, 'fore you try to come and spit with it
If not, be the next nigga that'll quit with it
A to the B to the N, attitude not a friend
Niggas wanna try to blend, but they better think again
'Fore I put em in the wind, with a pad and a pen
God damn, Lil' Trae going at it for the win